Would the colour of my skin matter
my race, religion or pedigree
All you see here is my handle
But do you know the real me?

From the steppes of Russia I could be
or of mixed European ancestry
or perhaps from the Asian subcontinent
Would it arouse your bigotry

But if you could put a name to the face
would my writings you’d then ignore
or welcome me with open arms
or avoid me even more?

The End

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