Discrimination

Judged.

By the color, and size.

Every inch wasn’t good enough,

       and every shade was not  appreciated.

As if measurement,

    were to be pleased upon more,

rather than the more important things in life.

The tints from the color wheel,

  were judged at every perspective,

from eyes that fill with hate.

Shining a sleek shallow glass shine.

In hopes to destroy an art piece.

 

Each art,

Unique or imitated.

Were either praised or frowned upon.

   With thoughts of hoping to belong,

the pieces could never fit in any museum,

Because eyes did not open and stretch

wide enough to understand—

 

But they would not understand.

And how could they.

If they only judged upon the stereotypes,

   and of so little knowledge.

 

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