Warm PlaceA Poem by Haley Smith
Pluck me away from this horrendous mess of men, if they are worthy of that title Bottom of the barrel, lowest of the low Take me away from this world, of which, I had no part in its creation Be the one to take me under your wing, a warm place with no cold grown men who have eyes that stare too long, and their hands in their pockets A warm place where people are judged for their character, not their skin color and we are all colorblind A warm place where fathers embrace their daughters, rather than disgrace them Someone, anyone take me to this warm place © 2008 Haley SmithReviews
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