Imagine ever judging a person,
On the things they can’t control.
Like the shape of their skull,
And the state of their butthole.
Imagine ignoring their opinion,
Thinking they’re worth so much less.
Because their skin’s a little textured,
And their hair’s considered a mess.
Imagine valuing a human,
Based on the width of their thighs.
As though kindness and compassion,
Aligns with the colour of their eyes.
Imagine disregarding somebody,
Just because their jeans don’t fit.
Like flesh is a sin and size is a measure,
Of the light their soul can emit.
Imagine thinking that appearance,
Is important in any way.
When really, it’s only the size of our heart,
That dictates what our story will say.
About the Creator
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I’m a writer, a storyteller, a lunatic. I imagine in a parallel universe I might be a caricaturist or a botanist or somewhere asleep on the moon — but here, I am a writer, turning moments into multiverses and making homes out of them.
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In The Blink of Her Eye
Time itself bent and morphed, allowing Shannon the precious seconds needed to see and adjust to the disaster unfolding in front of her. Each frame showed minute details she would have missed had the clock not slowed down until she heard every click of the hands as they swept toward the end of everything. If only she was being melodramatic...
By Lisa VanGalen8 days ago in Fiction
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Great poem
This was so powerful! I totally agree with you! Loved your poem!
I can only imagine..., but I don't want to. I experience to much of it already in the news, online, in those around me, in myself. I want to see others as you see them, Em.
I imagine that if one day each of us learns to truly value self - but not that egotistical BS that passes for self-value - then genuinely valuing another would be as natural as breathing. I am not holding my breath for that - pun intended - but I will hope.