Racism
Racism
To be I am , I,am glad ,
Ignorant is The one who criticizes.
May my color be black or white
That nobody harms
In the midst of my joy
I live very decently,
Neither the friend nor the enemy
I ask for help on my way
If it is pride on if is humility
My way of being frank
What I do accept it
Payment please with ,
And if black or white is my color
To be like I am proud I am
Inside my chest
I have a very big heart ,
I help anyone who needs
If serving has virtue .
Will you see in me , slavery
Why do I serve rich people?
I answer who is located
To the center of the seesaw;
If he is a slave , he who works
Ignorant is how criticizes.
I look with great essence
Who pout
Because my race scares you
On my presence amazes you
And if any in their insolence
Treats me less person
Such injurury disintegration
With this short phrase;
If I do not bother , what does it matter ?
My color is black or white !
Neither the color nor the stature
They determine the feeling,
The person is worth his heart,
Not by color ,
No by skin ,
Very clearly explained
That , living with honor ,
Be born old any color ,
That nobody harms .
It is clean that we Would not hone gotten hero without one another.
Racism is like judging the value
Of a book by its cover.
Do not criticize without knowing
Do not refuse by appearance,
Do not make fun Of skinny or fat,
The values Of the person is not his physical.
A color does not determine the person,
White or Black skin
There is no such distinction,
The only thing that counts is your heart.
What unfair,
Who treat the person
By its color, size or physical.
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