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In front of you Are two books. One battered and old, The other new and untouched. The new is simple, easy. You haven't had any hardships Trying to read it, interpret it.
Dear onlooking eyes, We’re all thorns One speculated look Will prick another One judgement can imprison another mind Poison begins to seap It could slowly take over
Society. Supposed being. Supposed way. Action. Expectation, Contemplation, Judgement, Wall.
You trudge through the daily life, budge through to make a life Try to say goodbye? It doesn't work that way you've come this far just to dig your grave? You're smart.
Girl : Why can't I have this job? Boss : I don't like your hair, I said, it is too red. Girl : Is that a problem? Boss : It is not normal, you should come more formal.
When there is no way out
I demand change. In these twisted, damaging days. Where women are afraid to leave for work for fear of merciless rape Where people of color cannot receive a fair wage
Eyes all on me
Walking down the hall The eyes staring me down I can’t let them see,
I solemnly swear I will love you forever, I sincerely hope that you love me too. You say you do? I love you, too. I solemnly swear you're mine for always,
I found a weed in the garden and called it "a beautiful flower" but they smacked my hand and called it "disgusting" "a pest" "undsesirable" and pulled its roots from the ground
The mask you ask, is it there? Do I hide myself inside? For me, I'm proud to say it's nowhere. Though the mask, I mean's been tried. I used to live behind that mask, I knew it all too well.
Staring at the image of a reflection, The glass shrouded in its entirety, A personification of what must be.
Woke Up with my legs open and my mind crossed. "Boys sure do like me" "boys like me" "like me" "me" Boys like to suck me dry. my being, my spirit, my soul;
'Be yourself.' How? I am so many different People. At the start of the day, when the sun has not fully awaken herself
Row upon row bekons to me As I pass each one by I ask myself Who will I be today? The tired one who oozes laziness The reluctant one who lacks self confidence The smart aleck, the isolated one?
hes just misunderstood. by day hes a rebel ditching black eyed stoned reckless sitting back in his chair with his glasses on hiding sleeping eyes and the teachers say nothing
High School is a scary thing if you think about it.
All my Life I been going through the same thing At times want to give up Because of all this pain Trying to prove people wrong They say I wont change Well why judge me when they are doing the same thing
Music gives me a feeling that I can't discribe It's not just what it does, its the power that each lyric brings upon us. Making me realize that I Am not the only one going through some problem that I can't discribe.
Everyone does it Heads filled with assumptions It's human nature
Don't judge those people, They all have their own stories. Why can't you hear them? Look at their faces, Are they sad beneath their smiles? Listen to their thoughts.
She walks past staring faces and judging paces, her confidence tested in gentle places. the outer surface is just so rigid,
In the Great Book, it says not to judge. Yet we do, Everyday. We are taught as kids to live by the Great Ten Rules. Yet,
Everywhere we look, people silently judge, that's what they always do, we think we look fine, we act polite, we dream big and cry inside, everyone is a judge, you just don't know , they could be your best friend, a parent, or just a mere acqainte
That man with no teeth you laughed at What if he was your brother? That pregnant teen you judged What if that was your mom? That person who asked for a dime that you turned from
It started with a sharp point and a pink ball on the other side. My thoughts wonder wonderously as the minute hand laps the hour hand. As my heart synced with the clicking of the clock's minutes so did my hand to my heart and mind.
Judge and be judge. Welcome to high school, where this rule won’t budge. We all try to be that one-in-a-million; Well good luck, in this world of four fucking BILLION.
Student: Thump, tap, scratch, groan, Clock sounding ticking tock ticking. Sigh, glance, slouch, count, Steps and monotonous lectures.
Gnawed on pencils, annoyed expressions, Everyone had their own confessions. Yet, here we were, sitting, pretending to care, About the lives of others, like it was even fair. Judgment and the shifting of eyes,
I know I'm not stupid, I just seem to barely pass. It's not that I don't try, it's because I'm not Her, the one in my class. She is funny, hilarious in fact. I just sit in the corner, not knowing how to act. Her hair flows, skinny jeans show h
yeah, teach, i’m aware i have glasses. i’m also aware of what they mean to you – quiet, shy, high honor roll. it’s not because i can’t see three feet in front of me that i’m in the first row.
How can you judge me? Do you know me or my story? How can you even judge me? Have you ever walked in my shoes? So, how can you judge me? Have you seen what I've seen through my eyes?
At a glance... Years are Engraved on the forehead Eroded by concealer Souls are Peering from the eyes Blocked by avoidance Ignorance is Spoken boastfully To those who will listen
It's not easy I know. Going where nobody likes to go. A touchy subject that's for sure. But do you even know her? The struggles she's faced? The heartbreaks and pain?
When I open my mouth, They judge me. They see my appearance my personality my political standing my mistakes They don't listen. All they see is me.
Once, they exchanged roses; red and yellow, red and white. Behold the fair Ophelia in the witch-hazel night
To love a girl as different as me would go against society. Extremely loud and incredibly independent goes against society's judgement Skipping church to find life's meaning leaves the cruel society steaming
I am not the sway of my hips, i am not a fully figured women with a nice waist and sweet lips. You can compliment me on the texture of my hair, compliment me on the color of my skin. But to know me is to know the person deep within.
What do you see when you look at women? Do you see a women in the kitchen or do you see a women in the bed?
The cold eyes of the un-understander creep and stare upon the strange and Different. Soft mummers and whispers broadcast there rude, ignorance. Where prayer should be has been replace w/ rudeness & Judgement.
Tear me open, Scour the insides of my being, Acquire my vulnerabilities, Discover what makes me squirm, You know you want to,