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I am hated.

Have been hated

All of my life.

People sneered,

Laughed,

Whispered,

Frowned,

Glared,

Teased.

Why?

Because I am

Slender.

Because I am

Blonde.

Because I am

Blue eyed.

Because I am

Middle class.

Because I am

White.

Because I am

"Perfect".

But I'm not.

I am no more

Perfect in the eyes

Of this wretched

Society than you

Or anyone else.

Blaming those

Different than

You is cruel,

Even if it is

Out of jealousy.

Jealousy

Ruins,

Breaks,

Destroys.

I have

Never

Said a hurtful

Word towards

Anyone's appearance

Or social status.

Why do so to

Me?

This is the other side

Of oppression.

Of racism.

Of elitism.

Think

Before you

Speak.

My life is not

"Perfect".

Don't bring me

Down

Because you think I'm

Up.

Why hate someone

Because they are what

Society deems

"Acceptable"?

We as a whole

SURPASS

"Acceptable".

There is infinite

Beauty

In each one of our

Differences.

Forget about those

Paper thin

"Models"

Who model nothing

But low self esteem.

It is time to be

Be your own model;

A model for

Generations

To come.

If you take anything

From this

Feverishly construed

Poem, let it be this:

Do not

Assume

One party has it

Easier

Than

You.

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