Disorderly

Everytime I hear you jokes

My blood begins to boil

Because their not really that different

But kind, genuine, and loyal
 

They may have to sit out sometimes

They can't do everything that you can

But that doesn't mean you can be discriminant

Because like you, they are 100% man
 

Society looks them over 

And doesn't care how they feel

It doesn't pay attention

To the time they need to heal
 

Their branded from day one

The weirdo, the lame, the geek

You never give them a chance to prove

Their not the world's most weak
 

They aren't like you, so you mark them off

As someone you cant trust

You think its funny to pick on them 

And grind them into the dust
 

But to me, their the heroes

Not someone with a disorder

So love and cherish these folks

And the world they beautifully embroider

 

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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