The world

The world is crazy, but never slowing down 

I see so many different people whenever I look around 

Black, white, yellow, and red 

I see all these people inside my head 

But why do we hate the way people look 

I know we didnt learn this hate from reading a book

If I could change one thing I would start with this 

Because If we didnt hate each other becasue of our looks life would be a bliss


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