Rejection
Location
The stares and glares continue on,
With discrimination raging on,
I cannot be myself.
Walking through the streets,
Walking through the stores,
People drag their children away at the sight of me.
What have I done to deserve this treatment?
Why cannot I be free of the judgments?
These questions remain unaddressed.
My mind is filled with thoughts,
And in my silence I scream.
Why can you not let me be?
The world is filled with individuality,
The world is filled with originality.
Why cannot anyone allow to me to display my personality?
I am not sorry that I am not the poster model you see on television.
I am not sorry that I am a minority.
I am sorry that you will not be able to see what a great friend I can be if you got to know me.