When you see the color red
When you see the color red
Do you see me bloody and dead
When you see the color red
Do you picture me free of dread
What do you see
Do you see yourself hurting me
What do you see
Do you give a chance to be
When you see the color red
Did you see the rose dead
When you see the color red
Do you love me or am I just dead
poem by Neil Crosby
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It kills me
Its kill's me to see
How cruel people can be
To them, they lay prejudice
As if it were a dependence
Only by intimidation they reign
Without that they are overly slain
And yet people lay scared
Its not like they cared
Don't be afraid, and stand for enough
Let them no they aren't tough
I should i know, because it happened to me
poem by Neil Crosby
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