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POETRY CORNER

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Black kids, white kids
Kids of every nation
Some browner than others
but all someone's relation
Kids with slanted eyes
and with spots in the middle of their head
Some speaking another language
and you don't know what they've said
but all the kids, no matter what
have a heart in which to love
and all have been sent down
from the Father up above
So don't pick on the kids
if to you they're a different race
don't turn and walk away
but let them see a smile on your face
as you yourself are different too
to all the others out there
but it's only the skin that's different
we're all connected to each other
somehow
somewhere.

Poem by Ann Pass

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