how does it enter our hearts to make us so cold. Tell we look at someone for their wealth and not there soul. is it the color of my skin that they hate or is it a reflection of there-self that a person has to internally debate. nigger coon trash is what they think but a clearer picture of the world leaves minds blank. fill the world with all the hate tell it gets too full for a discussion or debate. everyone hands are at each other throat tell the last bit of love has vanish in the sky like a ghost.

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It the world as I see it