Dearest darling,
What do you consider true?
The fact or what you want to see...
Why do you despise the wrong when it's seen and don't bother to care when it's hidden ...
In a sanctuary from this madness,
We see some shouting at us like crazy...
As if we had done something wrong...
Is it just because we're brave to call for what's ours, our rights,
That you call us bold, dirty, and lacking dignity and honour?
Shame on you,
The ones who think so highly of themselves that they can't see others...
Who think of others as rats and call them names that would be far away from humane,
Only because we are different...
Only because we were born different...
They judge our exterior thinking that that would matter,
But in reality we are stronger than that...
We are who we are and we don't need your approval.
I'm sick of this society.
Now tell me don't you feel this way too?
YOU ARE READING
The Burning Embers
PoetryPoetry Book, "Behind her eyes hides a galaxy, sometimes some stars flow down her cheeks where they can find warmth..." "Watch the rain little pluviophile..." "You meant to me what angels mean to skies..." "Dare to dream, Fight to rise, And believe t...
