How unfortunate it must be
To have a mind set by society
Thinking one's nefarious automatically
But behind those whites are impurity
Your skin, glitters like gold
No matter how dark, no matter how fair
It's the right who will mold
The crumbling humanity in air
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Love, Sunflower
PoetryWith all the chaos around, words still continue to flow in my mind. The safe haven I once had when I was little experienced the toughest of storms its roof and walls withstood. With all the cracks on the hollow wall, shattered fragile windows, and d...
