alicia page

(03/13/96 / Georgia)

racism


racism is everywhere
racism is all around you
so lets end racism
and fill peace, love, and joy in the air.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 13, 2009

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  • Hans Vr (4/26/2011 6:50:00 AM)

    This is a good poem
    I think your cry to end racism is wonderful
    If we believe it can be ended, one day it will be (Report) Reply

  • Yaci Pachenco (11/23/2009 8:18:00 PM)

    who is the person who has begun? he is not on just one race...
    it is to all... But how you fight it... you can not... many are part of it every day just like me... what...
    me? I make what i can to obtaint through the day... that is why we stay with our own kind... yes it is bad... what... we give in... no restpect... many don't get that cause they don't live through THAT every day! ... do not know what it mean... (Report) Reply

  • Saadat Tahir (7/11/2009 2:15:00 PM)

    hi alicia...picked a mature theme...an done it well
    but its generic and vague....but then so is racism...u r so right...liked yer poem

    cheers

    its a theme close to me heart
    read..
    Draconian Designs…A Fascist fracas...page 2
    zzAnathema.......racist chisms.....page 6
    when u have time (Report) Reply

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