Raised Prejudice Poem by Randy McClave

Raised Prejudice



The child pouts and bullies, and then uses profanity
And then has a tantrum and is admired, that's not sanity,
When the child does wrongs to others, the child expects to be praised
The sincere question is why, and how was that child taught and raised.

If the minor sees a black person that minor might call them a nigger
To know why the minor said that, no one has to really figure,
Like lessons in school the minor has already been taught
And to see and to hear is to do, of course the minor has not forgot.

The juvenile will mock a person and call them white trash
Because they are poor and needy, and maybe they had asked for cash,
The juvenile was raised around people wearing nice dresses and suits
And, they have never walked in a poor person's old tattered boots.

The youth hates all homosexuals as that youth proudly brags
That is why the youth insults them, by calling them queers and also fags
And to mock or to ridicule anyone because of a sexual preference
No one needs to ever wonder, who to look at for the youth's reference.

The preteen will ridicule others because of their old worn out clothes
Or because of their social circles, they will always stick up their nose,
Or maybe they just don't like someone because where they had come from
Most likely why the preteen ridicules them, is because of an income.

The teen doesn't go to church, or maybe that they do
But, to read the bible and to understand the scriptures, they have not a clue,
And when they make fun of someone, just because of their religious belief
I would say that the teen is worse, than a filthy common thief.

If an adolescent says or believes that they are better than you or me
I would say by actions and deeds alone, we should all just wait and see,
But, the real reasons that the adolescent is sinful, prejudice and bad
The adolescent had learned their prejudice from their parents; mom and dad.

Randy L. McClave

Sunday, August 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: bigotry,parenting
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Ashland, Kentucky
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