Racism exists
But why does such a thing persist?
What could be so different from me and you
That could make me so taboo
I love my language
I am proud of my culture
So why does it make you anxious
How is it considered vulgar
I do not understand
How you made it so bad
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Racism exists, still! Even in the free society of the US. Then what to speak about India, where the rulers themselves promote racism? Can you please find time to read my poem "Mother of Emmet Till ", which too is on racism…
Yes I deeply agree, I will read your poem and tell you my thoughts.