Standing amidst the doors of judgment.
Scrutinising which door I belong.
Would I find my perfect environment?
Maybe not too fast and not too long.
There, I can see a golden door—
shining at its fullest!
My feet take two on the floor.
Qouth the door, "Belongs only to the richest."
I stepped back—and a white door caught my gaze;
Hand's hanged when about to open.
Tears are flowing and causing me heart ache!
When the door said, "Belongs only to all white women."
"This is unbelievable!" quoth I.
I stand firmly and roamed my eyes.
"Brown door, are you mine?"
It tears me more, when I heard its reply.
I am ready to turn my back—
when a blue door appeared with floating clouds.
"Come here, child. Don't turn your back."
"Everything you have, I am proud!"
A smile crept into my lips;
When an anonymous hands touched my shoulders.
Proudly walked through the door I fits...
I am now in the heaven's covers!
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