Words That Defined Them

I’ve never felt more ashamed

then when I reclaimed

all the people who in my eyes,

Did me wrong.

Why do I play God?  Why do we play God?

Why do people find it so necessary to do something,

We weren’t designed to do?

How come everytime we see someone

We make a judgement about them.

“Oh they’re Mexican they must do drugs”

“He’s black he must be committing a crime”

“She is a short asian she must be a total nerd”

“That chick over there is white, she must be a snob”

“That kid over there is muslim, I should stay away,

out of that terrorists way”

Those are the ones that people know,

That people know the best.

But when put to the test

You realize you know more than you may think

“That girl is blonde, she must be dumb”

“That boy is a redhead, he must have a bad temper”

“That kid is fat they must eat to much”

“She doesn’t have very good clothes so she must be poor”

“That boy reeks of cat pee, his family must be weird”

“Our waitress is a bartender, she must get a lot of men”

“That man is homeless he must’ve made a lot of bad choices”

What they don’t know

Is that Mexican is a legal immigrant making a better life for himself,

The black guy, is a father,

And a fire fighter.

That asian girl fought for our country.

That white girl lives in low income housing.

That blonde was the valedictorian of her class.

That redhead helps shelter pets and volunteers at orphanages.

The fat kid eats very healthy but is unable to lose weight

Because she has polycystic ovary syndrome.

That girl lives with her father who is always drunk

And won’t get her new clothes,

She gets them from charities.

The boy that reeks of cat pee

Is an orphan,

He lives with his grandma who loves cats

But they can’t always afford new litter.

The bartender has two other jobs to support her daughter

Because she is a single mom.

The homeless man you saw

Was in a earthquake and can’t afford to get anything.

So before you judge someone

Get to know them

There is more under the surface than it may seem

Those definitions shouldn’t define them

It doesn’t define them

So stop thinking it does

What truly defines a person

Is how they define others.

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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