Just Ask

Ask me what I think, I’m saying this won’t be easy. How can one person give so much and still feel, Feel like the uneven pavement outside. Being walked on, Spit on, Used up and ignored once and awhile. Since when was she an object? When was it ever okay to call her ugly? The only thing thats ugly is the way she’s treated. When shes gone will anyone notice? They noticed every imperfection about her, yet no one took the time to understand. Empty halls he walks alone. Pants at his waist, Shirt tucked in when did he become a loser? How will sagging your pants and skipping school help your future? So what if he dresses nice and has good grades. It will all reflect on life later. He has a huge heart and your females still go after those other dudes. Remember that girl thats always late for school? Do you expect her to be perfect when all her life the only place she could ever call home was the shelter. When did anyone ever tell her shes loved? How long will it take for her voice to be heard? Then when someone finally decides to listen, She won’t be around. See that boy, Do you ever wonder why he’s so quiet? Should it matter if he speaks good english or not. He should not be labeled with stupid! I go could on about him, her, him, her, him, her, them, STOP! Ask me what i think. Ask me if I could make a difference. Ask me why I care. Envelopes should have labels, Cans should have labels, Songs should have labels. People, people should not be defined with such harsh words that have been spread through so many mouths. Unless you were with them and by their side at that moment where their lives had changed forever, Keep your mouth from speaking lies. Ask me what I think. I think its time to grow up. Don’t assume their emotions. ask about their day, their favorite hobby, ask them to be your friend. Make them smile, Its all that it takes. It shouldn't be a label that tells their story, It should be their voice. Now, You know what I think.