He always spoke his mind, encouraged by those who loved him
Yet spared from the distortions and privations of uncaring society
He, a young boy, with an untainted view of Life, of caring for others,
And giving what little he had
Not knowing racism or hatred or prejudice
 
Some might say he was sheltered
Others might say unrealistic and set up for failure
But how do caregivers go out of their way, out of their skins
To instill animosity simply due to differences of being,
Different skin, different God, different tongue
 
The innocence of the boy should remain preserved
Let him love his stepfather with coffee beans skin,
His mother with a different tongue and one eye
Love and caring knows no color, knows no religion nor class
The view of the world
A much better sight through the eyes of a child
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