
This poem is about sterotypes. Please read and give me reviews! Thanks.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 175 - Reviews: 19 - Favs: 4 - Published: 11-28-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2974842
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It
You can't escape it.
It's like a wildfire burning up the generations to come
until their hearts are charred
Stereotypes change your world and the way we think of things.
It changes black people
into aliens
who aren't like the whites at all,
not one bit.
It makes you assume that all blondes are dumb,
all Muslims are terrorists,
and it makes you think all Chinese people are smart.
Once you grow up with it,
you live it,
and you pass it on.
It distorts your vision
and makes you think
that all Italian chefs are fat and have curly mustaches,
all woman love to shop,
and the French are the most romantic.
It changes Native American Indians
into spiritual people who love to drink
and are strong, great warriors.
It alters your mind, your heart, and your generations to come.
It's like a wildfire burning up the generations to come
until their hearts are charred
Once you grow up with it,
you live it,
and you pass it on.
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