February 17, 2008
Prejudice is like poverty
Growing and Growing everyday
But this disease could be stopped
If everyone helped in some way.

No one ever admits they have it
Until it gets so out of hand
Comments thrown under the rug
Rumors lie beneath the sand.

Tears are shed
And the scars remain
No one should ever endure this pain.

Why is it among us?
A question many will ask

Who will stop it?
You and me
Right now
Good bye Prejudice.

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