"goody" poems - Hello Poetry

We live in a world filled with stereotypes. Stereotypes that make us ashamed of who we are. There’s a woman in my neighborhood who wears tight clothing and high heel shoes but that doesn’t mean she’s a ****** There’s a boy in my class who listens to rap music and wears baggy clothes, but that doesn’t mean he’s out on the street selling dope. There’s a girl in my class who rarely says to words and get’s straight A’s, but that doesn’t mean she’s a goody goody. People ask us all the time of who we think we are, but it doesn’t matter to them because before we can even digest the question and regurgitate the answer they have already made their mind up of who they think we are. Some people are considered a brain. Some a trouble maker or a **** A princess or a ****** But the truth is we are all smart, just in different ways. Everyone of us has some athleticism in us. Everyone one has gotten into some trouble. We have all had are princess or prince moments. And everyone of us is weird, some people are just better at hiding in it. You remember my neighbor I told you about? She dresses like that, not because she is trying to sell herself but because when she was younger she got bullied and no one ever noticed her because she never had designer clothes because her mother had no job and her father left when she was 4. And ever since then she made herself a promise that she would make sure people noticed her. And that boy with the baggy clothes? He wears those baggy clothes to cover up the cuts and bruises his father comes home from the and had one to many drinks. And the girl who get’s straight A’s and doesn’t say much? She get’s those straight A’s because if she doesn’t she gets a straight hand across the face and she doesn’t talk because she has sever anxiety. So the next time you point and laugh at someone remember that they’re 3 fingers pointing back at you. And the next time you assume something about something remember that when yo assume yo make an *** out of U and ME.

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Mar 25, 2013

Mar 25, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC

michaela-tripp

Stereotypes

We live in a world filled with stereotypes. Stereotypes that make us ashamed of who we are. There’s a woman in my neighborhood who wears tight clothing and high heel shoes but that doesn’t mean she’s a ****** There’s a boy in my class who listens to rap music and wears baggy clothes, but that doesn’t mean he’s out on the street selling dope. There’s a girl in my class who rarely says to words and get’s straight A’s, but that doesn’t mean she’s a goody goody. People ask us all the time of who we think we are, but it doesn’t matter to them because before we can even digest the question and regurgitate the answer they have already made their mind up of who they think we are. Some people are considered a brain. Some a trouble maker or a **** A princess or a ****** But the truth is we are all smart, just in different ways. Everyone of us has some athleticism in us. Everyone one has gotten into some trouble. We have all had are princess or prince moments. And everyone of us is weird, some people are just better at hiding in it. You remember my neighbor I told you about? She dresses like that, not because she is trying to sell herself but because when she was younger she got bullied and no one ever noticed her because she never had designer clothes because her mother had no job and her father left when she was 4. And ever since then she made herself a promise that she would make sure people noticed her. And that boy with the baggy clothes? He wears those baggy clothes to cover up the cuts and bruises his father comes home from the and had one to many drinks. And the girl who get’s straight A’s and doesn’t say much? She get’s those straight A’s because if she doesn’t she gets a straight hand across the face and she doesn’t talk because she has sever anxiety. So the next time you point and laugh at someone remember that they’re 3 fingers pointing back at you. And the next time you assume something about something remember that when yo assume yo make an *** out of U and ME.