ALL,
HELLO POETRY USERS...
EVERYONE FACES A POEM ON HELLO POETRY...

WHEN ANYONE WRITE A POEM
THAT IS NOT SEEN BY EVERYONE
DUE TO HIDE EXPLICIT SETTING
WHEN WE MAKE OUR ACCOUNT ON HELLO POETRY
THIS SETTING IS ON
DUE TO THIS EVERYONE NOT SEEN ALL POEMS

BUT, WHEN WE WILL OFF IT
THAN WE CAN SEE EVERYONE'S POEM
THAT'S A FAULT
AND I SEARCH THE REASON BEHIND IT
HIDE EXPLICIT SETTING

IF YOU WANT TO REMOVE SUCH PROBLEM
GO ON SETTING
THAN ADVANCE SETTING
AND  REMOVE THE TICK MARK
HIDE EXPLICIT WRITING

THANK YOU FOR READING...
PLEASE SPREAD IT.
REPOST IT.

You loved her in the womb,
Until you saw her face,
Then you decided she was an ugly baby,
You loved the story until you saw the person,
Then you decided you don’t believe them,
Because of their Race.
You wanted them teaching your children,
Until you saw their sexuality,
Their appearance their beliefs their eyes.
You loved them until you saw who they love
And how they choose who and how to love,
Then you decided they weren’t worth hearing.

You decided that they Are crazy.
You decided that they belong in a box,
Because we know “how to deal with people like them
How to fix people like them”.
But what you don’t do is listen.
You are so quick to change your opinion,
When you judge with your eyes.

You are so quick to tell call them worthless,
And to say, “YOU’RE FIRED”,
For believing something you didn’t.
You are so quick to ostracize them, to hate them,
To say that something is wrong with them.
Because you judge with your Eyes,
And forgot your heart.

Copyright Ashley Marlow ©

I'm so sick of my brian, I just want it to be normal.
I'm never going to be normal,
I'm never going to be accepted because of it.
Adhd has ruined my brain,
and continues to embarrass me daily.  
I'm too hyper when not on meds for it,
And too quite and calm when I am on meds.
There's no in between and I'm sick of it,
I want it to leave

I submitted for an audition today,
my nerves are all on edge.
I know this is the only way,
but what if i dont have the competitive edge?
Lots of people
from everywhere
seeking just a chance,
but when i close my eyes, i think i have a chance.
monologues, lines, all day long.
is this the right one? Oh i hope that im not wrong.
the days count down, the nerves are frayed,
i dont know what to say.
my styomach is tied in knots, its been like this everyday.





and just when i think i dont have a chance...
i get accepted.