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"The Soul" by Joe DiMino

If one wants to see
Color and age,
That’s what one will see
Through their own Heart-shades;

We see and hear—
Read and react
Out of our own book of pages:

Some write age
As gentle, loving sages—

(The bigot sees
What a bigot sees)—
Against all, unlike his or herself, rages;

And who in the end suffers?—The individual!

As if suffering
Were only
One color,
One gender,
One race,
One time of life—
And not the universal-donor, Soul—
Bleeds all colors,
All genders,
Ageless when it comes
To knowing strife….




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