Race
Black, yellow, white, and Brown,
does it really matter where im from.
We all live togather in this world,
side by side, toe to toe,
why must we fight for being who we are
we live in the same place why must we look at race.
It is never to late to stop the hate
and start to become best mate..
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
My country
Our world
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