What Was... MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   For a split second there was nothing

except for a baby clothed in skin





He had no

(opinions)

(prejudices)

(hatred)

(love)



He knew not of his

(skin-color)

(race)

(sex)

(looks)



His eyes were soft and true

His smile bright and new

He reminded me of me

He reminded me of you



once.





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on Aug. 5 2009 at 4:31 pm
FashionGuru DIAMOND, Manhattan, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"I don't do fashion, I am fashion." -Coco Chanel

Wow, i really like your poem! The set up and layout of the words...it's striking. Plus, i'm in love with my neighbor and his name is Peter too :)) Keep writing!


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