Squashed beneath stares of other people, looked down upon
for what you wear or how you look.
Ignorant remarks caught plainly in your eyes and placed
without much reason on other's self-conscious mind.
Hacking away at the self-esteem of another, wondering what
they feel about themselves.
Buried in a prejudicial swamp of their own minds, not seeing
beyond their eyes, missing many opportunities to meet truly
great people.
Despise felt for the ways people dress or look contaminates
their outlook on life as they pass through life in fear and
ignorance.
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