To the people who banned their language.
Because they were different.
Because they aren't "equal" to you.
Because those hand gestures only hold "simple" ideas.
Yet it has more emotion than our spoken language.
Because their speech was impaired.
The oral route was the way to go.
You banned their language.
Their communication.
How do you feel.
To the people who made them sit in the back.
In the seperate rooms.
Different streets.
Other schools.
For the color of their skin.
Even though your skin which changes more.
Which forever puts them in a stereotype.
Punishing them for fighting for what is right.
Killing them because you are superior.
Therefore anything was legal.
How do you feel.
To those who tell women, their place is in the kitchen.
Because men are built with strength.
She is built to cook.
Not to work for pay.
Not to play with the guys.
Not to show their knowledge.
Because you are scared.
That she will get paid more.
That she is better at sports.
That she is smarter than you.
Because she is.
How do you feel.
To those who cheat on their significant other.
They love you.
Even if they don't show it.
They are with you for a reason.
Sometimes not always the right reason.
They cook and clean for you.
And love you.
Yet you find another's interest for you more.
Even if they are just for sex.
Do it with the one who really loves you.
Respects you.
Cares for you.
Be there for you always.
And maybe even forever.
Because they won't always forgive you.
How do you feel?
To those who bully.
You murdered them.
Not with a gun.
Or knife.
Or poison.
But with the spoken word.
The physical scars you left.
The emotional damage you left.
They could have been great.
Achieved their dream.
Yet, you ruined that for them.
Made them fear waking up.
So they made sure they never would.
How do you feel?
To those who abuse their children.
They were born with only the light to love you.
They wanted it back.
They didn't ask to be beaten.
Didn't mean to make you mad.
Grew up thinking it was normal.
making them believe the bruises that covered their arms.
Were deserved.
The cuts on their lips.
were easily lied about.
You made them amazing liers.
To protect you.
The one they loved.
The one they knew loved them somewhere.
To the unconcious child on your floor.
Thats kicked to the side.
Beaten awake.
Or beaten to death.
Their your blood.
The life you brought into this world.
You may not mean it.
Even if its brought from achohol.
How do you feel?
To those who are affected.
Do you tell people?
Do you let them know your feelings?
Do you need help?
Do you need love?
Do you want it to be fixed?
Do you have anyone to tell.
Are you scared?
Somewhere out there.
There is someone who cares.
Cares enough to ask.
Are you okay?
How do you feel?
