Thoughts/ Excerpts

T H I R T E E N

Marbles

„Have you tried this before?", I asked brown marble as we sat on the bench of the school yard. "I heard this sandwich is made up of judgement, instead of perception now."

"Really?", she asked, bending down to read the list of ingredients.

"Who likes to eat those types of things. They just taste bitter." Scarred marble expressed.

As dotted marble joined us, we saw a pack of marbles walk by us.

"Don't mind them. They just keep together because they can't look like us. Look at their faces. S.a.d." painted marble rolled by us. We were supposed to keep shut every time we got into a situation like this

"We'll take your compliment and unpack it at home to take it in, thanks." Scarred marble shot back.

The colorful marbles rolled by, looking down upon us. Nobody took our side and defended us as other marbles joined painted marble and insulted us. Calling us "Nobodies" or "Diseased" or "mad" was part of their daily life by now. I know not all marbles were here right now, and there were some marbles who would defend us and speak up against the shining marbles. However, subconsciously, I knew they believed in the same things. We were unmatching after all. We were different, but not in the mainstream way. Mainstream meaning pretty, suitable. We were not attractive at all. We were ugly and unnervingly attention catching. Hence, we were labeled and ostracized. Thanks, community. Thanks, beliefs. And thanks to every individual of our society, including me, big marble, brown marble, dotted marble, scarred marble, shining marble and painted marble and the rest. We didn't have a voice because we were never respected. We didn't have a voice because all they gave us was judgement. We didn't want to be here. But why couldn't we stop the beliefs, stop the judging, stop the fighting and start explaining. Start representing. Start standing up against shallow beliefs.

Start changing.