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Racism (Free verse) by Dovina

When a tiger's ripped your arm off and six have opened your belly head and heart all wounds now old and scarred then anything looking like a tiger makes you wary to say the least I am not a tiger as you suspect but only look that way an appearance I cannot change and you could know it too if you'd let me have some time But you cannot allow the risk and I will not pursue So warily we eye each other til someone makes a move

Dovina 1-Nov-05/1:00 PM
You define "race" so nebulously that the word carries no meaning. Only by holding the traditional "physical charisteristics" test is the word any good. Ms. Dictionary says so. And If you wish, you may add the words "I think" a dozen or more times into the above comment.




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