Friday, March 25, 2011
Under The Skin Comments
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Come, meet me in the dark with outstretched hands,
I would not know your colour or your kind;
And do not speak, in case my biased mind
Forms judgement long before it understands
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7/24/2025 10:44:03 PM # 1.0.0
I loved this poem. Strip away everything and we r but the same. And this sadly only happens in young children the innocents language colour politics religion does not exist it does not reside in us when we are born but sadly we are taught it by our parents and others. I for one embrace it.