She was short, no more than 5"4, compared to me who was well over six feet. Her long black hair that was past her belly button swayed in sync with her hips as she eased her way through the crowded tavern carrying a silver tray filled with drinks. She reminded me of a kitten, small and cute but demanding. She demanded attention. She was wearing a black dress and apron that seemed out of place. She looked uncomfortable in it, like she was in the wrong skin. Maybe she was.
She leaned down and placed drinks on a table filled with disgusting men. They shouted crude comments at her as she walked to the next table, ignoring them or past the point of
Lighting the cigarette
Staring at all the couples around me thinking about what could have been
The woman sashaying down the dance floor towards another man
Him kissing her passionately, like nothing else matters
When you have that kind of romance, nothing does
Smoking the cigarette
A man and woman, hands entwined, make their way into the bar
An elegant ring sits on her finger and one on his as well
They don't make a move to kiss, but they don't need to
You can tell their in love anyways
Ordering the drink
Two men are sitting at the back booth
Their smiling at each other, hands openly held across the table
People stare and they don't seem
Retard. I hate names like that. I feel labeled and hated. You push me and shove me because you can. You make fun of me because I don't know how to change it.
Mute. It happens. I can't change it but god, I wish I had a voice; a say in the world. You point and laugh and I try to stand up for myself but I can't.
Down syndrome. I was born like this; I had no say in the matter. You think I can't hear you when you talk behind my back but I can and I hate it.
Wheelchair kid. I lost use of my legs when I was nine in a car accident. It wasn't my fault but you still tease me for it.
Retard. I'm smarter than you, although I may not seem like it. I c
I apply the foundation, covering up the basics; parts I don't want people to see.
I dab my eyes with eye shadow, so that I pop among the crowd. I want to be noticed as the popular girl, not the one that sits and studies all day.
I do my mascara, enhancing features that any guy would be attracted too. Even if it's fake, I want them and will do whatever it takes to get them.
I smile; a fake, used smile and I add my blush evenly. I want to look perky, alive and always cheerful, even though most days I don't feel like that.
I do my eyeliner, fixing any imperfections because I can't have any of those, no one can.
I purse my lips and spread gl
Perfection.
A word that most aspire to achieve
It's hard to do
To grasp this concept that is
Perfection is not a goal to strive for
For most it's the only way to live
But we shouldn't live like that
Because where would would be the mistakes
We become people through mistakes
Its the true way of life
Rather than making sure to always be number one
The one who always wins but in the end, doesn't
They learn nothing and don't grow
Perfection is something to work at
Rather than expect
Its not a way of life
It's an unrealistic expectation.
I hustle into the washroom locking the door swiftly behind me. I race to the sink and desperately try to clean my hands, tarnished with blood that is not mine. I scrub hoping to cleanse myself of this burden. I've killed a person and I thought it would help me feel better. He hurt me in the worst way humanly possible, and I wanted to hurt him in return.
I glanced up at the mirror noticing my eyes brimming with tears, but they no longer look like my eyes. They look dull and grey as though they have lost the feeling that was once there. I close them, taking a deep breath, trying desperately to calm down.
I continue scrubbing my hands and I w
She's been waiting.
Her time is finally here and she summons up the courage to fight.
She prepares for her chance to start the spark.
The flame that will ignite the rebellion everyone was has been waiting for.
She volunteers for her sister.
She places flowers along a fallen tribute.
The berries touch her lips and she survives, along with another lucky tribute.
The crowd watches with awe.
She thinks it's over but this is just the beginning.
The uprisings have begun.
They will be continued.
They won't go down without a fight.
We won't be contained or controlled.
We have the power to fight.
Our time is here.
And we say to you:
He loses his wife.
People say 'I'm sorry'
But they don't know the emotions he feels.
He's left with a son and pathetic hole of despair.
She is raped.
People say 'I won't hurt you like he did.'
But they don't know how dirty and disgusting she feels, how fragile she truly is.
She's left to suffer with tears and pain.
He is homeless.
People say 'look at that man; he probably walked out from his home when he was sixteen because of drugs.'
But they don't know that his father abused him and he felt like that if he didn't run away, he'd be left to die there.
He's left alone and empty.
She's is bullied.
People say 'it gets better.'
But
It means happy.
Or that is what they tell me.
They say that love has no gender,
That love is different to everyone,
But it seems to me that there is only one,
But I love him, and he loves me,
And happy I will be.
I am kicked and I am punched, but that will not change me.
Foul words are spat at me, like I am a monster,
And not a human that should be treated equally.
But I love him, and he loves me,
And happy I will be.
I will not bend,
I will not break,
Although my heart does truly ache.
But I love him, and he loves me,
And happy I will be.
Gay means happy,
And that is what we are.
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Retard. I hate names like that. I feel labeled and hated. You push me and shove me because you can. You make fun of me because I don't know how to change it.
Mute. It happens. I can't change it but god, I wish I had a voice; a say in the world. You point and laugh and I try to stand up for myself but I can't.
Down syndrome. I was born like this; I had no say in the matter. You think I can't hear you when you talk behind my back but I can and I hate it.
Wheelchair kid. I lost use of my legs when I was nine in a car accident. It wasn't my fault but you still tease me for it.
Retard. I'm smarter than you, although I may not seem like it. I c
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