A Contemporary Scarlet Letter
Dealing with Labels, Stigmas, and Stereotypes
A joke.
That’s all it seems to be
To them.
I am a different soul
A different case, a different…
A word.
That’s all it is
To them.
I am a different soul
A different case, a different…
A mistake.
That’s all I’m seen as
By them.
I am a different soul
A different case, a different…
A slut.
I hear it and they don’t know but
I almost believe it.
I am a different soul
A different case, a different…
A low-life.
I hear that too and they don’t know
But I do.
I am a different soul
A different case, a different…
A loner.
The only reason I am is because
They always leave me out.
I am a different soul
A different case, a different…
A…
I thought they were kidding at first but…
And I struggled for a while
All on my own.
No one knew—not even my mother or father.
And I knew I wasn’t alone, even at ten years old
And I knew that I didn’t want anything my parents would find and…
I didn’t want them to feel like they’d let me down.
Because the reality is that they didn’t.
They told me what a real parent should.
They didn’t deal with it for me
They said I had to learn
And grow
And be tough…
But most of all be me.
I am a different soul
A different case, a different…
And I didn’t see it at first but they were right.
I didn’t understand why they made me—from such
A young age—be so independent.
They saw what was coming.
They didn’t tell me because they knew
That at just ten years old
I’d be too naive to believe them.
I am a different soul
A different case, a different…
And it was like the case of my brother
And his stigmas
And his addictions.
He didn’t know what he was getting into.
Yet my parents had still told him and told him
That drugs would destroy him
Especially if he let it
Get out of hand.
I am a different soul
A different case, a different…
And for me, those words others said
About me
Behind my back
To insult me
Ridicule me…
Those were those ever-so-deadly drugs.
I am a different soul
A different case, a different…
And for me, I let it get to me
For quite some time.
It ate at my
Light,
Joy,
Happiness…
I almost gave up on what I loved—
Writing,
Music,
Love itself…
And above all
Honesty.
I am a different soul
A different case, a different…
And there was no part of me,
My personality,
That they left untouched.
I had heard just about everything
A ten-year-old shouldn’t have to hear.
Then they just left me—
Didn’t even acknowledge me.
I could not have felt more alone,
More naked and vulnerable,
More sensitive and hurt…
I am a different soul
A different case, a different…
And the part that no one knows:
Why I write,
Is why I’m still alive.
Why I sing,
Is why I’m still alive.
Why I just don’t care anymore
Is why I’m still alive.
I am a different soul
A different case, a different…
And I was ten, eleven,
Twelve, thirteen…
I was younger than my brother,
And while I had soon found my way,
He had yet to find his.
I tried and tried to help him but
He was afraid.
It was all he knew.
It wasn’t what he wanted but
It was what he was used to.
There was hope for him;
Hope that he denied himself.
And I never thought that
So young I’d be saying this—
These words that my parents
Had said to me.
“A stigma is not the end of the world.
But a stigma beneath your skin is the end of yours.”
I am a different soul
A different case, a different…
A contemporary Scarlet Letter.
About the Creator
Bianca Wargo
Psychology and English Writing double major at Kean U
1 Thessalonians 4:3-8
Leaving my old writing up to go back sometimes and see how God's changed me to be better.
PODCAST: Gold Scars (available on Spotify & Anchor)
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