The color of my skin
runs deep beneath my veins;
The essence of my being is in me,
but we are all just the same.
Tag: Religion
Existence, Poetry by Lloyd Mushrow
Arrival a struggle of cry and wonder,
Be it pride or reeked with blunder
Nourished with parental manner
Religious teaching a charging banner
With faith we live and die for reason
Without however there is no season
Bogged down sometimes with vast confusion
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