Judgement
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"Come come old boy,
that views old news !"
Sitting there pretty and gloomy
Quiet seems scared to speak
Doesn ́t want words to leak
Sits in the back so alone and in need
Why is the world so judgmental?
Like people,
Hungry animals choose their prey
By looking for the weak or wounded
They pursue them—
There is no end in site.
Stereotypes exist because of..:
Muslims who blow things up,
Christians who wrongfully judge,
Death is sad. Death is beautiful. Death is gory. Hearts are broken. Love becomes extinct. It is inevitable. No one can hide from death. However, people can run toward it because running from it is the beginning of the end.
Segregation based on race,
Racial inequality is a disgrace
Everyday the world goes by
Blacks are mistreated: that’s no lie
I am a girl who cried out for a just world,
sitting with a scale in my hands,
weighing the lighter crimes,
judging.
This is either irony or self-awareness.
I remember crying myself to sleep,
seeing no hope for the future.
If only Mom, Dad, Sister, Brother could see
the damage they inflict on me.
Protest is a complicated word,
defined as people making their voices heard.
We are encouraged to protest for what we believe,
however no one ever seems to concede.
We are told to work together to make a change,
I am you
You are me
We all have issues
We all have strengths.
So why?
Why am I judged?
Why do you make assumptions
Pass judgement
Ignore who I am.
People look at you,
And just see your past.
They see your tattoos,
And your jaded mask.
But I look much further,
And deeper within.
What I see inside you
Is a true gentleman.
I see a heart
by Ariel Douglas (22 October 2014)
Worship is more than singing pretty
Worship isn't an impression
It's not a popularity contest
And it SURE isn't American Idol
I’m gonna start with a question
That I doubt you can answer
Because I’m sure it’s in you
Spreading like a cancer
It’s in me too,
Though I’ve only just become aware
I am from a no college family, from a brother in trouble with the law, and another brother with a mental illness.
He asked for help -
they laughed.
He begged to be understood -
they ignored.
He screamed for attention -
they didn't give it.
Fallen in love with things unseen
Culture I have adored
People I'v never met before
Inspired beyond reward
Trapped in this selfish humanity
Gated we'll always be
I walk out of my house with a smile,
I feel today will be great.
During advisory I rush to the library
Because of an unfinished essay.
I sit there and type
Typing as fast as my fingers will go.
Light, Dense,
To my defense,
He was sweet like a sugar crystal.
Cut, Cubed,
Too Misconstrued,
Eyes cold, glassy
Body stiff, unmoving
I'm perfect.
Body in position. Sit still!
Face rosy, smile painted on
Any other emotion obliterated, gone.
Smile. SMILE! Don't let them see,
Everybody runs when they see my black charcoal coat of fur.
Everybody runs as they see me stalking the streets late at night.
When everyone should be asleep.
When everybody should be,
Hidden.
Safe from me.
A jello mold of strawberry jam.
A wrinkly little worm.
A mind so painfully ridged even the thought of it makes me squirm.
It’s not that you’re wrong,
it’s just that you’re different.
And for that crime you face sentence.
The way you dot your I’s, the way you cross your t’s.
Away from you.
Away from pain.
Away from judgement.
What’s to gain?
Everytime you said the note was flat.
When I left home
A short five months ago
I had my priorities set
And was not prepared to roam
College was what I had prepared for
Before I knew the alphabet could rule my life
I am not what you say I am!
The bane
Existence unworthy...
Function unneeded...
Purposeless, worthless...
You throw your sickness upon me!
But I have not faltered entirely
I’m sick of this world
I'm done hidding
in the shadows.
Let the poeple come
with their words as daggers,
and their glares as swords.
Let the people come with their arrogance
that buries hopes and dreams
Seventeen years of life experience and I'm still not qualified for the job, because everyone thinks I'm either too young or too dumb. Pressured by society to look thin and tan, but we can hardly face each other man to man.
I want to leave it all behind
Eyes, faces, minds
See me defined
Not by what I do
But what I did
And pay no attention to the person I've hid.
Somewhere.
Behind the mask of who they want.
Kiss my neck, softly. Treat it as if it was a baby and you didn't want to be responsible for the damage. Whisper sweet nothings into my ear as if you were walking on the edge of a pier.
So I've come to a conclusion,
Everything and body is an illusion.
Any sense can feel a tense delusion,
Not sure what's real--
I feel deep confusion.
So open, so crucial
So dangerous, so brutal.
Tight black curls bouncing against her back,
Long loose waves too stringy to attack.
Thick brown strands with a mind of their own,
Too complicated to even try to be blown.
This startedWhen the Gods chose death to be man's allotment.
And though they were wary of our pleas and demandsThe Gods kept life inside of their hands
It seemed logical at the time.
But now I stare at the scars,
Demonized by those around me.
To them each one is ugly,
To them each one is alienating.
To them each one is my insanity.
Shadows are my friends,
Keeping me hidden from judging eyes.
Blanketing me with promise of safety,
And protection of hatred.
If I can't be seen by anybody,
Then I can't be hurt by them.
Who am I?
Do I let you define me, no!
It's my heart and soul that carries me.
I am resilient and full of character.
i am who i am
With words of poison in my direction, I am an artist.Express feeling with color and word;paintbrush and pen.
Living without my identity is like slipping through the drain on the side of the road.
Flowing away with the water
Nowhere to be seen.
As if I could be seen.
People say the relationship is toxic.
That he'll kill me.
(It surely well might be the case)
But it's not your business
I tell myself
People say the relationship ain't healthy.
In terms of Value,
We judge loved ones by their actions,
And strangers by their status.
As for ourselves,
We often misjudge who we are,
Which leads to consequences.
Religion is alcohol;
an addiction to judging.
So many people drink it’s poison and their minds get hazed.
They become close-minded;
obsessed.
In elementary school I had so many friends.
Nobody cared what you looked like
or the clothes you wore.
But now that I'm older and high school is here,
there's judgement all around.
I used to be so confident,
For years I've skin walked.
Days upon days mount up to one
complete with all of life's angst.
Every second sealed with worry.
Last moments are of pain until rest comes.
Sitting there, looking around, I didn't make a sound.
The torrent of words was enough for me
for there it hit me, slow and true,
a Truth I've always known somewhere inside yet never quite understood.
Purpose--a complex structure in our mind
Profound in sound, trivial in its utter existence.
Perfect clones don't exist, but passions mix
Painful links of genuinity and commonity.
at age 13:
girls were Sluts; Bitches, Whores, or Prudes,
and we thought that the length of jean aeropostle shorts
were fuses that would lead to some dangerous explosion of promiscuity because:
Their reaction will depend on what choice you will make
They don't care who you are
Or what you have done
They taught us what's good and bad
And made us open and realize
Someday she'll be gone, she'll have left all alone.
They'll catch on eventually, without having known
The puzzle pieced burden of her created norm,
How she sobbed through the nights, braving the storm.
"You can be anything you want,"
They sang to me on my eighth birthday.
You can be a doctor, a musician
Or a happy astronaut.
And I believed all that they said,
And that night in my bed
Who am I?
If I say I don't see color, am I a racist?
If I forget your sex, am I an asshole?
If I tell you,
I don't know your name
but I still want to know more about you am I
Denying your identity,
Memories are a part of me,
They drift apart from me.
So many thoughts, just like my old matchbox cars,
Simpler times---remember pogo sticks and toy guns,
My eyes dart side to side looking for the welcoming smile,
Was it not enough,
You have put my entire life on trial,
I know what I have done makes my outside rough,
I smile in hope they will stop staring.
I smile in hope that they will see the beauty I see when I look in the mirror.
I smile in hope to make someone's day.
When it comes to how people view themselves you all have a blind spot.
When you look in the mirror you don't see the same things I do.
You see mistakes & flaws.
I see perfection & beauty in My making.
He looks out of place here
His hair has too much product
His suit is too tight
He needs to fix his tie
Is that a mustard stain on his sleeve?
they look at me and all agree
they think im a stuck up white girl
like, "she probably gets all her shit for free"
ive got blonde hair, blue eyes.
and my skintone is real white
Porcelain
Where are you? What are you doing?
This is not right! Unacceptable!
Is this what you pictured?
You thought you knew my name
But all that time all you saw an image
Looking down and up "Yo!!! mame..."
Don't insult me I thought
why don't you be like them gentlemen...
I can't stand you!!!
O Muse, take pity one me! For I cannot retell half as well as thee!
Daedalus, Daedalus, creator of many the glorious thing,
Daedalus, Daedalus, the one who gave Man wing,
In Crete, that wretched place,
A wolf alone in the wood,
Not by choice but by cruel fate,
A social animal without a pack,
A mind consumed by hate.
Will you not take in the wolf?
No, of course, no one would,
Freak
twisted, strange
disturbing, unnerving, disgusting
demented, insane, fantastic, beautiful
thrilling, amazing, dazzling
Admire what you see
Mirror or none
For which everything that you see
Beauty is none
What makes things beautiful
Thoughts or emotions
Either one is powerful
But without people's creations
Am I a Republican or a Democrat
a liberal or a conservative
am I for gay rights or against gay rights
This is not an attack
On any ideals
But as an atheist I say
I can feel as I feel
Don't lecture me with your god
Because I don't believe
If I'm burning in hell, you'll be first there you see
You don't appreciate it till it's gone
gone from your grasp and gone from your heart
You will never have the chance
Ocean eyes that tell a story
about the rough seas
though you would never know
He reveals a smile
of innocent perfection
so you cannot see, nor hear
about how his ship rocked
Today we are more sensitive to race than ever before. All the media has to do is put BLACK in the midst and Al Sharpton is on his way. I'm not saying racism does not exist. But why are we slaves to the very thought of it?
You always say “fake it ‘till you make it”
i wish i didn’t have to fake it
i work every day to please others
I thought
chameleons were beautiful.
But where is the respect
in changing on every whim,
capricious,
for those who won't have us as we truly are?
I thought chameleons were beautiful,
Everyone thinks my life is a breeze, and that I get by with ease.
Everyone thinks I'm rich and snobby, and shopping is something I do as an everyday hobby.
I Am Not Who I Am.
By: Reid Davis
The day is full of masked faces and fake smiles
Being decepted for miles and miles
But when the light dissapears
And we're safe in our beds
I rap like a rapper
I Po et like a poet
My mind is abstract
But who really knows it
If I am a box
A square full of roses
Concealed to the world
Who really knows it?
She was jogging late one evening As every night she did Aware not of the treachery That falling darkness hid
How difficult is it to simply be ourselves?
At a young age we're all taught that who we are isn't enough-
Not tall enough, they say.
Not pretty enough, they say.
Not smart enough, they say.
"She is lofty and proud, prideful at best
Her waist too great, her ego still greater."
Satisfying others becomes her only success
Yet only recalling the sneers of people who hate her.
I always hear the words from men and women,
they say to me that i'm not who they thought I'd be,
should this offend me or should I just let it be,
let them believe that I can be who they see of me,
His skin color does not mean
to violence he is keen
Skin color can't tell what lies
within a person, be it cruel or kind
From a distances I'm just like you
Get to know me and I'm a little differet
You don't get a second chance at a first impression.
So chase your dreams or your nightmares will catch you.
How much
glorification,
can one
person endure
before becoming
the person
everyone
wants them to be,
instead of the person
The Making of a Leader
A leader.....who is leader?
Many are they in sight,
Many that I see,
But one stands out, not because of her skills it seems
But for her deficiences.
I like to scream
I like to shout
I like to faithfully cast those negative thoughts out
I think big
I imagine wild
I'll go the distance for my travel crave mile-to-mile
But once indroduced to another mind
You can love me.
You can hate me.
It doesn't matter what you think of me,
becuause I am me.
You will not change me,.
I am bold,
bright,
a star amoungst stars.
Why is it that
I dream under this black sky again
Why do i feel as though i cannot see
My heart aches
But i still dont know
What to say to you
I close my eyes again
Today i must say it
People are quick to judge.
They make hasty judgements
simply based upon what they
have grown up seeing
hearing
avoiding what they have been told
to evade. Something bad, something different.
Oh, you hate men? Why would you be a feminist? All guys aren't like that..That's so unfair.
She takes flight.
All the light in those babydoll eyes.
Broken.
Soars away from these hardships.
Tender hands burned.
In this seemingly painless discuise.
Don't leave me in the darkness.
Filled with judgement, we live our lives sensored by what people think and others' motives.
Why? How come we express ourselves by the standards at which people set?
We'd just as easily hang each other with the chain around our necks
And continue to burn our brothers because they're the ones having sex
Why are we so quick to damn every young child that loses his way
Crayola has the right idea
Every color in the media
Every tone of every flaw
Yeah, Crayola has them all
The lovely red smudged on your lips
Is the same red running down his wrists
A question asked of me,
Flying or invisibility?
Answers rang out,
invisibility, no doubt!
I shook my head,
For I knew better.
It doesnt take magic,
It doesn't take powder.
From having answers
to knowing none.
I thought that it was all made up
that you could control anything if you tried hard enough
I chalked it up to lack of discipline or emotions
but then it happened to me
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,
“Oh no! It’s not the size of your body, it’s the size of your heart.”
And your waist,
And your face.
Hah, Hah. A simple denotation of happiness
all but one musters a smile.
Only he bears the whip of society.
“Look at his haircut!”
“Why’re you breathing so heavily?”
Why are you judging so heavily?
If I had the power to change one thing?
I would change the ability to judge.
Judgment affects everyone and everything,
Through judgement, bullying was born,
And hurt feelings are frequent,
The girl walks down the long hall.
She keeps her eyes trained on the ground as she feels their stares burning holes through her.
They look her up and down, judging her face, judging her clothing.
When what we see on the outside
Is all we judge a person by
We can no longer understand one another.
A vagina is a percious jewel?
Seriously?
And what is a penis?
What is its mythical powers?
Why does a woman have to explain her sexual history,
intimacies and etc?
Judgment,
The agowilt that consumes a weak cognizance.
Layers of musky mourning mount upon the unsuspecting,
He’s stupid, she’s ugly, they’re weird
Judgments we hear and face everyday
Some hide who they are, living in a facade
Some ignore the voices, but slowly are dismantled
Why are we judged?
We're just being ourselves,
That's what you told us to be.
But yet, you judge us.
Should we mold into everyone else?
No, we will be ourselves.
You will judge us,
The poor teenage girl sits in her room to cry
Remembering all the mean things said today
"Lose some weight! Wear a mask! Just drop dead and die!"
On her bed, knees hunched, tears fall
She's blonde and happy and amazing all the time but her seeking comfort once turned into a crime.
You see, when she walked into the school and couldn't hide her tears, she didn't do it for attention.
Clean, innocent
Unaffected by time
Full of laughter, dreams
imagination, and life
Antebellum...
But no, no it's ending
Erasing that clean beginning
Judgment
The girl that you bumped into today is being abused by her parents.
The person that you judge is another story that you have not heard.
Cold bars of steel
Bread roll for a meal
Excruciating silence
Guilty for alleged violence
After a ferocious fight
He is blind to the light
And in the corner of his cell
From the moment I walked in,
You judged me.
It was apparent you knew nothin'
I know nothing in the life comes free,
But you told me I couldn't afford
The one thing I wanted to be.
First day of class I walk in, finding a seat
Talking to friends, stories of summer
Roll call, hands are being raised
My name is said and I respond, "Here!"
So I heard you’re claustrophobic
That you turned yourself into Peter Pan’s worst nightmare
sentient shadow no one can find
That must be pinned and confined
When they tell you
That you’re too thin
That you’re too pale or
Far beyond normal
Remember this
You will always be wrapped up
Always be tied up
In this world, but
Waves crash against the shore,
A storm is on its way.
I cling to my desk in a bitter hope
That it will all pass over me.
But as they walk by,
Their lightning strikes—
Cold, hard stares
"Shush"
"Shove your degree in something other than my face"
"I'm defying you"
"We all copied Rachel's problem set last night"
"Your class is a joke"
"How are you married"
Filled with so much anger and hate,
We judge each other while losing sight of the meaning of equality.
Hippocritical actions defining our very characters.
We ask ourselves why, yet the answer falls back on us,
I do not wish to say a damn thing to you and your hypocrisy
Damnation of existentialism driven by your thoughts of “true” Christianity
Scrunched face and squinted eyes
As I try to go to sleep at night, I rest my head and think of everything i fright. I think of the world I cannot Cure, the judgment, and all the hate, I wish I could change but its way to late. We all compare ourselves to who we think we should
Its easy to laugh
But harder to cry
Its easy to live
But harder to die
Its easy to love
But harder to hate
The classroom they say
is an open space
to share opinions and ideas
while you learn.
But what they don't tell you
is that you are judged
based on each idea
opinion
statement
“I’m not shy, I’m just quiet.”
My friend says without lie
But I can’t help thinking to myself
“I’m not quiet, I’m just shy”
It isn’t that I don’t want to talk
Or that I don’t like anyone
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?
They Never See Me for ME.
The only thing that they see is a sheltered girl,
Living a sheltered life.
They judge me on my parent’s parenting styles
I am just a mutation of the monstrosity we coined society. I see the knife as it flays at my waist; my skin rejoicing at the idea that soon, SOON I can fit into those jeans he told me I would look good in. I worry for my sister, for all the girls
At the end of the day everything is done for a single idea.
A single feeling. And that is happiness.
Happiness is not an object. It is not a person place or thing.
Don't judge me for who I am!
For what I believe or where I stand
Don't Judge me for how I look!
For there's more hidden inside this book
Don't judge me for my friends!
For their means define their own ends
Why do I compare myself to othersWhen I know they're just going to judge me in return?Then at the same time,They're comparing themselves to other people,And those people are comparing themselves to other people.
"Two roads diverged in a yellow road."
That is, until that wood became another metropolis
printed in bold on the United States map
population, unknown.
If this is a dog-eat-dog world,
A meek moth among a sea of social butterflies
Content with silent contemplation, and Saturday nights alone
Peaceful seclusion is the condition in which I thrive
Finding stimulation not primarily in the world around me,
As I walk down the street I see all the faces;
The happy, the sad, the downright mad;
Some might believe they are always this way;
Soon you'll know that's just not true;
The mad man at the bus stop,
The judgemental glares
The critical stares
They all think they understand
But how is that possible?
Have they felt a mother's death?
An ache of the stomach
Yearning for a snack--
Terrorism Isn't Me
There is one thing that has been bothering me
That I must address
It bothers me
Facing Adversity
There is one thing that has been bothering me
That I must address
It bothers me
Just like a pest
Who are you to judge the shape or size?
Who are you to laugh at someones insecurites?
Who are you?
You are nothing. Imagine if that were you. How would you feel?
All they see me is as black.
No matter my heart,
no matter my intelligence,
regardless of my dreams and desires....
all they see me is as black.
Why is black so threatening?
Skin,
Epidermis wrapped around the inner bones
to perform life.
Skin,
Barrier to the outer adversaries
Of nature.
Skin,
A continuous uncomprehensive
Victimization from
I wasn’t born in the gutters; God blessed me with a stutter.
So I searched and discovered, in the end hurt and disgusted
Armed with this pen, dangerous on this sheet,.
Bound to red ink, this is my ballpoint period piece..
We sit idle upon our thrones, taking
in our wretched domain. It's humor-
ous how they scurry about as if it
mattered, running faster and fast-
er, pain and anguish and rust.
How comical.
The world is so broad and wideFull of the imperfection only one could define,from the slashes here and there that lies up on one’s body, it’s hardly fairStanding As reminders of each scar
It hurts, that you judge
But you’ll never know
I keep it inside
Buried below
All my pain,
And my pride,
Can I tell you a secret?
I still want him back.
After all this time, I still have things to tell him.
I always told him I hated the mountains,
But I lied. I love them deeply, passionately, like he did.
You say "we are all equal"
That this is home of the free
Yet you judge by my color not knowing what you see.
I could be red,purple,gold,or silver
But you look at me like I'm a stone figure
the reality of the world today is
that there is no reality
what we perceive it to be
is judgement upon judgement
we don’t see “teenaged girl wearing shorts”
All day long I fight the good fight against my eyes,
A constant reminder I'm slave to my sight.
What a shame, the content with such snide ties.
I suppose it's time for me to grow wise,
You're brittle and straining
Transparent and weak.
A ghost of a smile
Fading before your poisoned eyes,
A skeleton locked in a treasure cove.
You live amongst valleys and ridges and mountains.
Two hearts shaking under cold pale skin
Two minds racing into collisions
So traumatic that all they can breathe out is
“Why” seems to be all they can say, to express
The rest of them are dead
Size, shape, and color don't matter.
Be grateful and smile.
Love them the way they are, please don't judge.
Look into their personality
That's reality
The story of my life would not be found on paper
For upon hearing such a story your ears would turn inside out
And you would desperately clutch their raw structures in agonizing pain
A reeking, filthy form rest rotting in the street
Crumpled bones lay askew, smashed against hard pavement
Body twisted and unrecognizable, draped over the curb
Shaky breaths no longer escaped from a mouth full of blood
Alright so
Sticks and stones wont break my bones
but this razor surely scars me.
Let it, let it
roll of your back
let it, let it
stay for a sneak attack
I knew a girl once who got called boy more times than she could count
each time it brought tears to her eyes liked she’d never amount
to their glorified expectations
horrified by her image in the mirror
Welcome to America.
Where we think it's wrong for women in Africa
to walk around topless.
Where we cringe at the thought of another nation
choosing its own form of government.
(poems go here) As I sit here in this desk,
I wonder will I ever be used again.
Will I be used as an example to keep this Negro pushing?
Your stolid expression
Gazes over me like the sun.
I felt the heat of your eyes---
Which penetrate into the deepest parts of my soul,
Tearing though flesh and
The carefully constructed walls of my heart.
Whirlwind
Rivers of twisted emotion,
Thoughts of Alabaster and marble
stairs
Mixed with ashes of ashes of
ashes. Of
Poor and rich and kings and
peasants.
And she floats through it all, she
Born in an egg already cracked
Some say it’s a flaw
Others sigh and say never
This crack is indented in my soul
How am I supposed to know
Which is right, and which is wrong
The way he stands makes him look fragile,
But I bet, back in the day he was agile.
His back curves into a dramatic arch,
His steps, so loud, it’s like a march.
Burning
I shouldn’t be burning.
I’m water, wild and free.
Fire can’t even touch me
Without sizzling and dying.
So why am I burning?
DAMNIT!
Baby, stay with me!
Nonono! NO! Stay awake!
The echo in my ear of all the hurt and pain, from the time I was younger and more I had to gain. All that I kept inside and I can't seem to get out, it's like a stomach full of words I want to shout.
I saw a stranger on the street one day,
He came over and asked if I wanted to play.
I said yes, and we went to the park.
We played all day until it was dark.
And when we were done,
So this is my first poem on here.
What is it supposed to be?
Is it supposed to be about me?
Do I show who I am,
As if my clothes are sheer?
Or should I just go grab a beer.
You pass an invisible wall,
you begin to snicker and sneer
You judge me.
You make me your victim.
You cannot know where I’ve been
or what trials I have gone through
nor my joys.
I need to look like this
I need to look like that
Is whats being sold
It's what you are told.
But what you don't understand
I will deal with, at your hands
Nothing will be defended.
Your grimaces, painful half glimpses,
Bring sorrow to every fragile piece of me.
If I should shatter, I’d cut your skin.
Make you remember you’re only human.
You used to smile at me years ago,
My cheeks are rosie when I giggle
My eyes smile when I'm happy
When you see me my eyes turn away
My ears hear laughter in the distance
My heart aches at the sight you see
They say I'm ugly.
They say I'm stupid.
then what am I?.
Do I not belong here in this world?
I cry because the stuff you all say,I hold back tears because I here it everyday.
I dont want to blend in with your high society
I would have too quit without my variety
Your world is insane
Its nothing but a mind game
What you want to see
What you want them to be
Every girl was born with a face of porcelain
and heat of pedals.
Anyone can see that is beautiful,
without a male to announce it.
Judgement judgement everywhere
I always notice the hateful glares
The whisper, the laughter
As if my life is a complete disaster
Feeling alone in the universe
My life feels like the black death curse
She spends five hours getting ready
Knowing all her hard work is for naught
For by the time she gets to her locker she will be tripped
Into a reality that feels a nightmare
The names she can handle
(poems go here) Many people fear change.
They fear the vulnerability.
They fear the need to adapt.
They fear the lesson that they may learn.
It is frightening to be new, to be out of your element,
Dazed and aloof, I twirled a strand attempting to appear like I had an ounce of care
Until I realized how much I despised having to pry my hand from this nappy, untamed hair
Is it wrong that I just hate so many of my parts
I defy to listen to the words to listen to the herd to let my peers
Be heard to these ears I alone control. I let myself join those who do not partake in the teasing,
The hurt, the disrespect
Why do we have all of this?
No one knows why.
Why do we listen?
No one knows why.
Why should they tell us?
No one knows why.
Why do we do this?
No one knows why.
Why don't we stand up?
I am only one.
I walk through the halls
Looking for support
From someone,
From anyone.
No one looks,
No one listens,
No one cares.
The taunting and name calling continue
No matter what anyone says, you are beautiful.
You can do whatever you set your mind to.
You are strong.
Don't let anyone tell you that you aren't good enough.
You are going to be successful, despite the hard times.
