Hate

You look at me with disdain and hate.
I am not like you, I don’t look like you.
You judge me by the way I speak and dress.
You judge me by the color of my skin, my religion.
Yet you don’t know me, not really.
You won’t take the time to see what I’m really like.
You don’t know what we have in common, yet
You judge me anyway.                                                
You might actually like me, if you took the time to know me.