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This Piano
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This Piano
Johnny loved that piano, with all of his heart.. Since he got it on his birthday, admired it right from the start.. He would practice during the day, start off slow, but contiue to play.. Wouldn't try to erase his love, for this game the piano gave.. He didn't love it for the music, he loved the piano for what he saw.. Black and white keys working together, he would wonder in awe.. "Can black and white really work like that? Or is this just a fake?".. "For living where I grow up, a piano and people can't relate".. For his own sake he debated with himself over this reason for days.. Black and white keys working together? He was just so amazed.. Symbollical meaning in such a simple object, the ideas a piano can hold.. Maybe there are stories in everything, secrets in places untold.. Racism doesn't take affect in that piano that Johnny plays for fun.. No killings, bleeding willing, no tears and no places to run.. But one day Johnny lost his interest in that piano he owned.. Black and white stopped playing together, no teamwork was shown.. Dust piled on top of those racial ridden people of music.. They didn't want to stop playing, they know they did not choose it.. The keys starting fight, black against white, white against black.. For as soon as no one noticed them, the racial feelings were back.. In a way, this piano relates to life, a lesson you cannot learn from a book.. Racism is not a problem of reason, if no one is there to look.. |
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