AN: Thanks oodles to the people that reviewed: silentescape (where do you get all this time to review? To read? I wish I had more time to return more of the favor. I'll try more. Your reviews are so nice, thanks for all of the kind words, and for the critique too! I'll use it. I need to go back through Autumn's Beginning - for what, the fifth time? - and use everybody's advice. I know, some of the parts can get real boring, but I'll try to spice it all up a little. And I'll take your advice with the scene transitions. I've noticed that, too. Thanks! I tend to get really into my plot when I write. I hardly notice when I'm going too fast or too slow. And sometimes during the tense parts or climax of the story I rusha lot. That's another thing I need to go back and fix. When I write, I never really start with planning my plot, so writing for me is almost like reading a book. I want to know what happens! Hehe, when I first started writing Autumn's Beginning, I wanted it to be sort of a ghost story. But it ended up having a way more complex plot than I intended! That's a good thing, too. Yeah,I know, some of the things are a little unrealistic. I'll add it to my to-do list. I really should have said how many days had passed or how long it had been. I had intended it to be a couple of days before people visited, but of course here I go again rushing the plot. That's waht I was going for with teh pastor's son. Autumn would eventually learn that her view of Christians were totally whack... espeically her view of Jack) (thanks a lot for taking the time to review, I appreciate it), Needa S. (You're very welcome, and "thank you" rightbackatchya for your review!) lithiumroses(hope I spelled that right. You have a good point. I'll email you, if that's okay) SORRY THIS NOTE IS SO LONG.

This poem is shorter, and it sort of goes along with the themeof my other poem titled "Different".

The Color of Our Skin

A man who is blind is more accepting

Than a man who can see all

For he who cannot see can’t tell whether

A person is short or tall

If all were blind it wouldn’t matter

The color of our skin

Does it have to take that much

To end prejudice, our sin?

What I cannot understand is

Why our skin does matter

We’re all equal in God’s eyes

And I prefer the latter

For if God made me different

In that darker skin-toned way

Why should I be treated worse

Every moment of the day?