This is my first slam poem.
In this society, in this world, in this day.
We say, we separate, all based on what others think.
We see that girl who looks like a guy,
Or that boy in touch with his feminine side..
And we view them badly, treat them terribly.
We shun them from their own society.
There's the black kid, the white kid, the Mexican, the Asian..
& we focus on nothing more than the tone of their skin.
Hating and discriminating, all we're doing is separating.
We point and laugh, cuz that's boy's too fat.
We talk a lot of shit, like her clothes don't fit, then laugh a little bit.
In this day and time, who you worship determines if you're good, bad, wonderful, terrible.
But when we shake our heads, it's hypocritical.
Cuz all that's going on is separation.
We go behind a persons back and rub their name in the dirt,
He's a player, she got jumped, he's a liar, she's a whore..
& Make their name something to laugh at & Nothing more.
All to fit in, to be liked.
But, did we ever stop to think about those gay kids who need love just like us? About the fact Martin Luther King Junior was shot years ago, but from segregation, he saved us? About those kids just looking for a way to express themselves? About the person who's lost in life, just looking for a savior? Or the one who has his suicide planned out, cuz he's just so sick of holding on?
We never stopped to think, and at this rate we aren't going too until it's too late.
Stop shunning that gay kid.
Stop denying that kid of a different race.
Stop messing with that kids image.
Stop judging ones religion.
Stop spreading and starting rumors.
Just stop, and open your eyes.
Copyright © Elizabeth West