• Posted by: Haley Mead
  • Created: November 3, 2020
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Why does it matter, Our religion? When we are all human All family, all kin Why is there hate, In the lines of your face? When you hear them say They're from a different place Why do we force, Our opinions on one another? We say they are less And their voices we smother Why do we glare, At complete strangers? Think of them As hazards and dangers Why do we discriminate, For every difference we see? Why can't you be you And me be me. Why do we say, That they're mad as a hatter? Just because someone says That Black Lives Matter - Ghost June 15, 2020

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