Hey guys! This poem is about of how people judge others of how they look, how their like, and of how their different from other people. Nobody's the same. You shouldn't judge everyone because you don't know them. You especially don't know their story. So please don't judge! Thank you.
P.S. It may not be the true questions, but I know some people. I actually asked many of my friends.
~ sistahs
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People judge.
People bully you.
They don't know you.
You don't know them.
Why break our souls?
Why us?
Feelings are trapped.
Anger boils up.
You cry at night.
As memories flooded your brain.
We are all filled with imperfections.
That's who we are.
We all want to be someone else.
But that's not right.
Were all filled with imperfections.
It's who were are suppose to be.
That's whats makes us different.
In a good way.
