Everywhere I go, everywhere I look, everybody is the same; They all have the same looks, and they all play the exact same game.


Up or down the halls, no matter where I walk I get the same looks, stares, and glares; All the facial expressions tell me the same thoughts they all share.


It doesn’t matter where you came from or who you started out as, they will tell you who you should be; But the real thought should be is it fair? No, not at all to me.


For who are you to judge me by my shape, size, or even how I dress; I bet if you got to know me, your judgments would be different and you’d be impressed.


People don’t judge me for who I am but what I look like instead; It doesn’t make sense to me, I can’t figure out why in my head.


All I want is for people to accept me for me; I don’t want them to look on the outside, the inside is what I really what them to see.


For who are you to judge me?