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Stephanie Boone Dec 2016
they judge me from my hair to my hips
They judge me by my lips, they criticize my weight because I'm considered thick
Not matter what degree I achieve they still considered me a little black B** , but I achieve like I'm dr Martin Luther king, folllow my dreams into it's a reality but the truth still remains that my own kind is  a hot commodity,
**** my brother because he speaks of his knowledge **** my brother because his skin is like a hot designer **** my brother because he's the true definition of a YOUNG BLACK KING

But they judge because We have risen from the chains, we have found a voice to speak like our brains but yet you judge me for my skin but in this world of sin you remake my people color your skin  and braid your hair like my sister, but you Judge me why not stand beside me and hug me cause I am the voice of my people and this letter is only a spin off to a real life sequel
A better choice in dulce vita
where the bucket list glorious of Italiano
still major in Tuscany with Firenze
where espresso and towering inferno of pleasure
which plenty now profane only marginalize Athens
while Constantine would have his chalice a true major in language  
that Rome alight the world in gardens.
Ceyhun Mahi Nov 2016
Brothers try to help me like a judge,
That I'm shameless they rant and curse.
But o had they known the real me:
They would find out that I'm much worse!
Ravanna Dee Nov 2016
When you sit and stare at people,
As they go throughout their daily tasks,
Do you ever happen to wonder,
If the expression their wearing is a mask?
As they walk right on past you,
A smile drawn across their face,
Do you ever think that maybe,
In this world they actually feel out of place?
And when a mother catchers her child being reckless,
You watch as she speaks to him with fury,
Do you mentally chide her instantly, or wonder that if maybe,
That's her way she handles worry?
When a little girl of six,
Sits alone, watching everyone else,
Do you think that she is sad,
Or maybe that she just prefers to by herself?
So many times, so many cases,
We believe our own interpretation,
That our eyes and ears have sought the truth,
But then we learn, often too late, that they'd gathered misinformation.
Oh, all the countless times we see things,
And deem them to mean something of no such,
You would think the we would eventually learn,
Not to so quickly judge.
Often as humans, we see something and instantly make some conclusion as to what it means. That doesn't make it accurate, though. What we think we know can be completely different as to what it really is. However, I don't think we sometimes realize that. Sometimes we judge too quickly, too harshly, and it can often cause more harm than good.
Dark Delusion Aug 2016
Covering up our mistakes with excuses.
Always judging.
Never perfection.

Covering up our bruises with clothes.
Always hiding.
Never smiling.

This life…
Doesn't seem so bad?
Will you ever know me?
Will you ever know my feelings?

Our faces is covered.
Covered the same.
Never shown others
That…
We All Wear Masks.
Pardeep Aug 2016
the lens you chose to wear
            to judge me unfairly
            doesn't define me, it
only mirrors what lives inside you
Amber Rush Aug 2016
I don't tell you how I feel
Because you show me how you feel everytime I give my two sense.
I can't be blunt because then I'm not being Amber
Being Amber is letting others walk over my path
Not standing up rather just sitting down
Being Amber is being able to swallow someone else's criticism but not being able to spit out my own without starting  a war.
I have thoughts and feelings too
I hide behind them
Because if I were to speak
I'd become the bully.
Because it's not the Amber thing to do.
Breanna Stockham Jun 2016
Extra! Extra!
This just in:
Hatefulness
Is the new trend.

Forget tolerance
Empathy and being kind,
Why burden ourselves
With an open mind?

So we keep our minds closed,
But we open our mouths,
Speaking of things
We know nothing about.

We're shouting hot air
With no substance to fill it.
We spread hate but preach love
Then point out hypocrites.

We blame everyone else
And claim innocence although
We're building walls
With the stones we throw.

We're so advanced
But so behind,
We've got 20/20
But we act like we're blind.
Alienpoet Jun 2016
You can't see beyond the cover
Of this book
The preface, the synopsis is great
but you won't even look
There is imagery inside which is breath taking
and blinding gorgeous.
But will never be read
you will buy a book with a flashy front cover
Never even see me as a potential lover
I could be all you wanted
But my love for you is an ellipses...
Or a full stop.
Because it can never be
because you believe the thin surface of skin
is more inviting.
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