The Green Child, Ronda

The Green Child, Ronda
Rasicm

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Racism is a yoke.

I’m not telling you a lie.

Just listening to some conversations make me want to cry.

I don’t understand what’s up with all of us.

Love your brother as you would yourself.

Just because he is short,
Don’t call him am elf.

Just because he is black
Don’t call him a nigger.

That could be dangerous
If you are smaller and he is bigger.

Don’t call a Chinaman a chink.
Just because it’s the way, you think.

Don’t call a homosexual a faggot
Just because of the life he lives.

Try to have some understanding

Of the things people do.

No one ever said that you had to like

The things that people do.

Think about it,

What if that person hated you?

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I was blessed with the gift of poetry. I thought I would share it with the world. Hopefully you will enjoy my site.

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Unice, deartra, Rachel, Monica, and Candy

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All poetry written by Ronda Green.
Please do not use it without my permission.