Changing Colors
Racism.
It's such a strong word,
A prevelant issue,
Something that separates,
Discriminates.
It leads to wars.
It does not love.
It is an unjust system.
It hurts.
If I could change it,
I would.
Change depends on the hearts
of everyone around the world.
We, as in every race
need to gain the courage
to change what we can.
Our hearts should be open
to loving, embracing, and accepting
every person in the world
despite the color of their skin.
Today, as a member of the "me generation,"
I'm putting a stop to this in my life.
Don't give me dirty looks,
Don't judge my decisions,
and don't be surprised when I say
I'm white, and I hate racism.
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