What We See

Why does a country full of such beautiful faces

always try to put people into their places?

Mouths that discriminate run free

making others scared to breathe.

Some too focused on the faces

to see the heart beneath that races.

It is like we are in a trance,

believeing we all are given a fair chance.

For what one person sees

may leave another on their knees.

This poem is about: 
My country


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