you looked at the woman's skin it was clearly darker than yours you felt annoyed for some reason a person's color made you so upset that you felt the weird need to insult and yell at her isn't it peculiar how a certain color can make you so angry that you end up ruining another human being's life
What I write is not poems It's not fancy words that I can't spell It's not sentences that will matter
I can't write poems I write when I have to I'm not trying to make it perfect It's just Me pouring bits of my heart out It's me sharing my weakness It's me showing my true feelings
It's not poems It's me being honest I write when I'm sad I write when I'm drunk I write when I feel the words flow I write when I'm inspired I write when I feel no hope I write when I'm angry I write but it's not poems
So maybe I'm a waste of space But I like being here I like reading what others go through I like sharing what I go through Sometimes it's good things But most of the time it's things I'm too scared to say but brave enough to write down for people to read