Nothing

They say our big great world has changed

But has it?

The glares that some get when they walk into a store

People who see them seem to spit on the floor

It's awful

It's horrible

It's downright disgusting

But what are we doing?

Nothing.

 

There are those who are less fortunate than the rest

And based off of their skin color no less 

Why should I be treated any different 

Than those who have a different skin pigment

Should someone have to work ten times as hard

Just to end up pulling odd jobs, raking leaves in a yard

No, and it's appaling

But what are we doing?

Nothing.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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