Why?
Why do you hate me?
Is it the color of my skin?
Is it the God that I worship?
Is it who I choose to love?
What color does the blind man see?
Who does the flower worship?
Are we not all different?
Why do you hate me?
I do not hate you.
I love you.
I do not hate you.
I love you.
Robert
2015
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