I never knew the difference in you and me. To me you’ve been a friend. Your color never once bothered me. Nor the accent of your being. We grow older and we change yet I still respect you as my friend. We grow older like a butterfly and the color gets more glorious with time . Racism is not an issue. We are human and that is that.
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Author:
meno1972 (
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Well said Meno. I am white, my wife is chinese. I just see a woman (and a beautiful one at that).
A nice write meno
Thank you so much for your kind words.
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