Prejudice Is It's Name Poem by Lynn Stillman

Where are you from?
Why are you so fat?
You are not the right color.
What kind of a name is that?

Prejudice struts around,
smugly wearing it's opinion,
as if it's the only style
or one size fits all.

Ignorance weighs it down,
making it lazy and slow,
as it labors to protect and preserve
the integrity of that deeply rooted stone wall.

It is a coward,
because patiently it will wait,
so that it can sneak up from behind
and attack with brutal force.

It's judgement has a hair trigger
because it hasn't the reason to understand.
It's mind is filled with information
from an 'abuser friendly'source.