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- As a child he was never one to be discriminated
- Although his skinny stature was never eliminated
- While he was young other people’s comments never affected his fragile ears
- His grandmother always taught him that when things got tough he should battle fears
- The progression of years and articulation
- Made him change from the artist who hated to being bombarded through hatred
- As a child his ego was the one thing that was strong enough to break through stone gates
- But as the words which once had no effect were growing more intellectual he grew to hate his own place.
- He tried to stand his ground despite everyone trying to bury him beneath it
- His soul trapped inside the prison confinement called his heart with no chance of releasing
- He became a mixed drink of one part left alone and two parts tragedy.
- What the kids thought to emote was less about common sense just apathy
- One night he went home not looking deranged or beaten
- He felt the knife pass his throat like strangers meeting.
- His mind like TNT lit at both ends as the razor’s leaving.
- After that day he was considered highest on the totem pole
- Not because he finally had popularity but because he was finally unable to over throw his over dose of broken hope
- She was eight years old when she was first called ugly
- Throughout her life she would have to rehearse running away to avoid the pushing and shoving
- She had a birthmark that covered less than half her face
- The kids would always say look at that disgrace.
- Or that she looked like a bad mistake that’s only half erased
- To this day despite a loving husband she doesn’t think she’s beautiful
- Her self esteem and confidence has been trapped away in cubicles
- But what they don’t understand is that she is two kids strong
- And their definition of beautiful starts with the word “mom”
- She will always live with that chip on her shoulder that will grow heavier with each day
- This society’s norm allows for no lee way
- It’s just the he say she say
- Lives stopped like freeze frames.
- But this? This is just loose debris
- Left over from when we finally do believe
- That we can smash all the things we thought we used to be
- Our egos crushed under the weight of others anger
- As we become more articulate words become less of inferior banter
- And more like the last one in the chamber.
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