Like night to day,
And ocean to sand,
People are restricted,
To a social band.
Blonde hair, blue eyes,
Salvage is lost,
Break the rules,
Pay the cost.
Size four or five,
Twelve or eight,
If you don’t fit in,
You suffer the fate.
Since when did differences,
Become a sin,
When will uniqueness,
Ever win?
The world we all know,
Is a messed up place,
With more than one,
With a different face.
Failure to see,
What’s deep within,
Individuality,
Will never win.
Racists of the world,
Will continue to fight,
Merely over,
Black and white.

Individual Hatred
By NyGirl.