"What happened to you? You used to be my girly girl," says my mother wearing a shirt she bought from the men's section.
"Be nice to other people. You shouldn't judge," she says as she twists her face in disgust as two men kiss showing how much they love each other. She says this as she makes fun of the man wearing makeup. As she scoffs at the transgender woman who she has no idea how much pain that person has been through. As she laughs at the cashier with stuffed animals in his pockets even though she has no idea he's mentally disabled. "You should respect everyone," says my mother who has no respect for any of these people just trying their best to live their lives without having nasty remarks thrown at them.
A/N: Sorry, I haven't been posting lately. I've just been a little busy. And sorry, also, because this poem is crap.
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PoetryA collection of experimental poems. They're cool, I guess. You'll just have to check them out for yourself.
