Stereotypes could kill the world, every little boy and girl,

does appearance really matter if the person is truly quite nice,

I implore the world to change ways, to bring us into brighter days,

why can't two kids just run and play? people fear there is some price,

as if hanging out with someone dressed odd is a sacrifice,

can their kindness not suffice?

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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