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We* all have weights on our shoulders
                                                       ­ so
Why *discriminate
people for their weight?
We all have fats in our body
so why single out and point at that plump person
just to have a good laugh ?
                                                       or
Are you so insecure of yourself?
There are only two types of people in the world;
those who are happy and those who are miserable.
So don't look at our physical weight,
look at our tired shoulders
who have been carrying our emotional weight.
i am also human. Let's all learn to be less judgmental ;)
My heart dressed in polka dots and dark shades
Hair and hurt sitting on shoulder blades
Across rose-colored skin,
I brush my fingers over bumps and scarred perfection.

Dance with me in a pit of quicksand, rockabilly babe
And help me understand that I don't need to be afraid

We are children with short attention spans
and short term parents,
and it's apparent, in this short span of time,
I love you.
If I ask how you're doing,
I'd rather hear the uncomfortable truth
than "I'm doing well" scoffed as you storm past.

Clearly that isn't the ******* truth,
and I don't appreciate the lie.

Moreover,
I cared enough to ask
so don't sell us both short
with your knee-**** reply.

"Keeping up appearances"
one might say;
"disrespecting those who care"
I would hear.
 Jun 2014 Silver Lining
Paige
I have always
been able to get along
with people that
others can't.
The outcasts,
the freaks,
the losers,
the *******.
I have always been
able to see what
ordinary people don't.
Who they really are.
Everybody is a good person.
Some just have a hard
time expressing it.
Actually,
I fall in love with
those who are different.
And I love them for
the rest of my life.
Maybe it's because
I have always been
the weird one.
So I know what it
looks like inside
the soul of a person
that nobody understands.
Your time on earth is over;
I miss you very much.
It is all so brutally final;
No voice, no face, no touch. 

I try to reconcile
This spectre we call death;
It creeps into our lives
Like a stealthy chilling breath.

We all must face this demon
For none can avoid its stare
But hope and human nature
Mean we lose but still can care.
Writing this made me feel better.
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