dontjudge
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A day filled with guilt and pleasure.
How could someone defy that which sustains them?
Yet how hard have I worked to indulge?
Meager dreariness coats the beginning of everyday.
People judge what they see
It cannot be;
it cannot be.
I hide behind
the fear of unfair judgment
Afraid to show their
true colors.
Stop the hatred
and the prejudice
Before I speak, they believe in the simple and common that lies within me,
After I speak, they flee and judge from afar.
Time after time, many don't understand,
Can you feel my heart beat
Out under the moonlight
Can you see the Horizon
As the sun begins to rise
Can you Feel this love
Right here you and I
Can you be my one and only
Can you be my forever
Slice
Bittersweet Crimson
Curdling, Boiling, Steaming
Painful Relief, Excruciating Beauty
Oh, Bloody Hell
Nobody had to tell her that the taste of blood was metallic.
She figured it out on her own when she slid the blade across her skin and licked at the crimson poison to try and desperately hide the slit of evidence.
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.
Help up in her room,
No more time for tears,
Another fifth gone,
But it won’t numb her fears,
The words they said,
Even in the silence it’s all she hears.
"I'm hopeless."That's what I thought of when I satMy heart was pounding and I lost all my sensesI didn't know where to startWhat was breaking my heart
I am black. I am a girl. People tell me all the time what i can and cannot do. They label me as ignorant, rude, ghetto and ratchet because of my color. I am weak, whiny and sensitive because of my gender. Who are you?
You see that kid
Yes the one by himself
You think he's a nerd
A loser
Or even maybe a nobody
All his classmates trease him
Then to go home
And just get yelled at by his parents
When I go up to someone and in conversation
The topic of my Black Belt comes up,
They ask me what martial arts I trained in
Lost.
Hopeless.
Tear filled eyes
Gaze
Upon the scene.
The horror.
What mad game has the artist played?
Conjuring up dark roots,
Faded memories,
I walk slowly to my old closet. Dust bunnies colliding slowly with the intricate designs around the thing that held one of the deepest door to the soul.What does my Reflection hold?Who is on the other side?
Hi, Im Zyra.
Eyes stare, long straight hair
Dark innocent face, Tight coiled hair, stareing back with a glare
First thing they notice is, shes black
Disgusted faces and rude remarks mumbled under their breaths
