How can you
Throw judgement down
Alone in a glass house
Throwing your stone around
One day you may
Wake up and see
To cast aspersions
On aspirations
Only breathes
New indignation in me
But I am not a religion
Nor am i a race
I think
There fore I am
And I am not going to break
I am not a colour
I am not a creed
I think
There fore I am
And I am not going to bleed
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Author:
Edthepoet (
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