What about this poem?

Color is just pigment of skin. Nothing more. It dfoes not change a persons dreams, hopes, goals, desires, their sense of worship, the roads they choose to travel. The only stall in the road are the ones that think there is a diference in the way we approach life, b/c of cultural differences. Why don't we just learn from the cultural differences and all are the better for it! I have learned something new, and so have they. This poem makes me sad that the author has to go thru this, b/c of archaic attitudes.