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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1081669
This poem is about being a different color and being judged based on it.
If you were blind you'd hear my voice and call me musical
You'd touch my hand and call me clean
You'd feel my heart and call me friend
Yet you can see
And just because your eyes see my colors
I am
no longer musical
No longer clean
No longer called friend
You hear my voice and call me loud
You touch my hand and call me filthy
You crush my heart and call me
DIFFERENT...
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