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Prejudice

January 24, 2017
By BMarie00 BRONZE, Harleysville, Pennsylvania
BMarie00 BRONZE, Harleysville, Pennsylvania
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I am Prejudice
Plaguing innocence
Growing
Festering
Behind your closed doors
Bordered windows
Leave me be
It’s stale
Musty
Don’t let me breathe
But oh
How naive
You’ve let me go
Grey
Hubris
Augmented soul


The author's comments:

This poem started as a poem about hope and slowly was altered into a more morose poem. The complete change in direction is what I love most about my poem because it shows there really is no limit to creativity.


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