There is no prejudice in poetry.

There is no prejudice in poetry.

From within my mind, to canvas with pen, a relationship began;
Of no malicious intent, to the extent of which its call I would never deny my all;
No matter the circumstance, we blend;
No wrath of the most robust mite can separate these blacks from whites;
Like adversity and diversity we are close knit kin;
Cut from cloths of many threads yet one braid, an innocent commingle like plats fallen upon adolescent shoulders once laid;
This that exists between us needs no coalition or endorsement from politicians;
We don’t need a march, neither a song to kill the forces that perceive our union as wrong;
Permanently in each other’s company, there is futility in segregating us by differences; In these instances, no color, no gender, no religion, no fault, no wealth, lack thereof, nor imperfections among subjective beauty in subliminal relevance can be of consequence;
Nothing walking, crawling, breathing, of holistic presence, or even seething with a predator’s breath can set these efforts on arrest; We burn, inextinguishable and impossible to eclipse, anything contrary to this is a myth, an anomaly in reality; For there is no prejudice in poetry.

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