She pretends she doesn't hear the whispers,
Doesn't see those stares,
Filled with hatred,
Pretends she doesn't care.
Have you ever overheard someone,
Talking about you?
Well, she has experienced it,
A hundred times in a row.
"She has a black heart," they say,
"Look at her." they say.
She can't keep her mind straight,
But still holds her held high.
Judged for the way she dyes her hair,
Judged for being herself,
For the tattoos scattered on her arms,
She is a bleeding black heart.
~ Shami Jha
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