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If someone has a big house, it doesn't mean they're rich
If someone has a small house, it doesn't mean they're poor
If someone runs fast, it doesn't mean they're on the track team
If someone can jump high, it doesn't mean they're on the basketball team.
Every day, people are judged on who they are on the external.
If someone passes their grade with 4.0, it doesn't mean they're a nerd
If someone is a battered body, it doesn't mean they are tough
If someone is from another country, it doesn't mean they're different
If someone works at Burger King, it doesn't mean that they didn't go to college
Every day, people are given labels for who they are on the external side.
Although stopping this madness is nearly, yes nearly impossible
there are other solutions
To the relief of many, there are people who care
Not everyone is a slack jawed potato chip on the couch.
Example of the easy use of a label.
Those who are sinking to the bottom, I must assure
are not alone.
Although the sky above your head may seem black as coal,
and the rain drenches you in a tiny, gloomy, windowless space,
while you watch the sparkling shiny perfect human walk by,
it will fade.
Brightened by the dazzling light that has come upon you!
To get complete freedom
yes - yes! What a sensational feeling!
gone, gone again, is the emotion
What I found was depressing
sitting by the side of the road
only a small grayish lump
I wish for hope to return.
Lush green forestry islands.
Random riots of the vines and trees, making for a perfect paradise.
White wakes of washing waves
Deep blue, green Ocean, a furious froth under it
Rolling hills steeply tilted, making perfect foot and handholds.
If I squint just right, I can just manage to see the beautiful mermaids,
with long black hair, wade with agonizing slowness through the packed sea salt.
Back on the street
air reeking, gasoline entailing.
I could do it a million times over again.