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Updated: Jul 27, 2023

Much of who we seem to be,

Contradicts who we really are,

Beneath flawless layers of makeup,

Lie hidden personal scars.

We show the world our profile,

Yet hurtle forward, face first,

Expressing one stupid opinion of others,

Then yet another one, uncoerced.

Prejudices we see in others,

Mouthed and overtly expressed,

Is nothing to those we hold ourselves,

Although determined to suppress.

There, but for the grace of God

Go we, and all our sins,

Our big, prejudicial mouths shut around,

A bigger foot we just stuffed in.

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