bias
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What is beautiful
Can be ugly
What can be bad
Can be good
It all depends on the eyes
The eyes than can see through the bias
That surrounds everything
White
Can turn
Black
Child,
You are ignorant.
Ignorant to the horrors of our world.
Hatred.
Evil.
Corruption.
Destruction.
No,
A jello mold of strawberry jam.
A wrinkly little worm.
A mind so painfully ridged even the thought of it makes me squirm.
I am whoever they say I am
It is unfair to let a person judge themselves.
It is the world who shapes us without filters.
We sit here studying books all on our shelves.
yes, sir, you were rude-
that is the stony fruit!
yes, sir, you were mean-
you'll go to hell,
Favoritism
If I accused you of this, what would you say
Do you know it only makes my self-confidence decay
I'm sorry you aren't friends with my parents
Down the halls its hard enough
“Fag” “Gay” “Queer, that’s never enough
Into the locker my face gets stuck
A teacher walks by and gives me a shrug
Finally in class
In the middle I sit
A test score does not determine my capabilities;
how quickly I can bubble in answers does not measure my intelligence.
I am not a statistic,
another paycheck,
a number.
Teacher. Oh, Teacher.
Across the room you scan with your eyes,
Somone to call on it's always a surprise.
But there's one thing you don't know,
As you look to and fro.
That every child has their own story,
