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I believe no one has the right to judge another.
In my eyes I see everyone the same, whether they are a different race, homosexual, or mental. Everyone is ignorant and disguising in their own way. When I was 7 I learned that life is vicious, someone judge me for my little sister being half Africa American. It became an insult that tattooed in my mind, spreading an infection of hate. I was no longer innocent. The words that person spoke hurt me, yet made me smarter. I started to realize everyone has a type of hate towards who someone is or what they believe, including me. Hate is a part of life. It is a cruel emotion, which feeds away at our minds. But, what gives us this right to judge others? How are we any better? Everyone has flaws, most ugly, and some beautiful. What happened to "No one's perfect"?

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I believe no one has the right to judge another.
In my eyes I see everyone the same, whether they are a different race, homosexual, or mental. Everyone is ignorant and disguising in their own way. When I was 7 I learned that life is vicious, someone judge me for my little sister being half Africa American. It became an insult that tattooed in my mind, spreading an infection of hate. I was no longer innocent. The words that person spoke hurt me, yet made me smarter. I started to realize everyone has a type of hate towards who someone is or what they believe, including me. Hate is a part of life. It is a cruel emotion, which feeds away at our minds. But, what gives us this right to judge others? How are we any better? Everyone has flaws, most ugly, and some beautiful. What happened to "No one's perfect"?