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Why

Frank Goodman

Why people do what they do?

Why do people rationalize prejudice, discrimination, racism, and hatred?

Why do people kill another without a conscience?

Why do some of my young brothers and sisters wish to attract negative attention?

Why can't people dislike a behavior without being a phobic?

Why are the homeless, homeless?

Why are the believers, judging?

Why do lovers lack love?

Why do some Blacks dismiss their blackness?

Why do we give everybody an illegitimate name?

Why do people betray others?

Why do we fight?

Why do people refuse to speak to others?

Why do you laugh at the color of my skin, the texture of my hair, or the color of my eyes?

Why is my color a deterrent for your love?

Why do people pretend to be someone they are not?

Why are white good and black evil?

Why does authority reap superiority?

Why does subordination reap inferiority?

Why do some parents abandon their children?

Why are some teachers stereotyping their students?

Why are politicians spending so much money for personal reasons?

Why can't I criticize my brothers and sisters without selling out?

Why do people want to go to jail?

Why do people sell their souls to drugs?

Why do I care?

Why do I write?

Because I care and love God's creation.

© Frank Goodman