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QuestionSometime I don’t understand, why people hurt the common-man,

To use words to incarcerate, belittle and berate,

Then categorise or label with lies,

And shun them with open eyes,


By skin, belief or teeth! all surface not what’s beneath,

The dress she wore that named her a whore,

His tats that made him the prat,

The colour of their skin what church they had been,


Ah why, why, why I cry,

Can’t they see that hatred’s the lie?

Our differences are plain to see!

It’s just so easy to let them be,

About Mr BPD

About Author. I have Borderline Personality Disorder and as a writer and poet I explore my madness through the creative arts. I have a personal belief that even in darkness light exists and it is a personal responsibility to always seek the light and I find the light in creating something.
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