You say I’m different. I know that perfectly well. You say I’m oppressed. I say I’m protected. You say I have no rights. I say I am freer than free. You pity me. I don’t need your sympathy. You scorn me. I will never understand why. You whisper and glare. I only raise my head higher. You stare judging only what you see. I’m not surprised by your reaction.
You say you know everything. I say you will never understand. You say I can never be one of you. I am completely fine with that. You believe there is a huge difference between us. I think otherwise. You say I’ll always be an outcast. I’ve already chosen and know people will always treat me differently. You do not understand my choices. I cannot explain to you the virtue of modesty. You do not understand the strength of my belief. I know what you think of it. You say I’m a slave of misery. I say I’m a daughter of liberty. You don’t know what you’re talking about. I now know why you misunderstand.
You only believe what you’ve been taught. I too follow my own beliefs. You with your misunderstandings and stereotypes. I with my different faith and actions. You think we can never get along. I ask the simple question: Why? You think you know all about me. I think differently. You do not know me yet. I know it’s hard for you to try. You will never get past my differences. I will only try to make you understand.
You cannot see how I could have chosen my belief. I know it’s easier for you to think I’ve been forced upon it. You repel my attempts to explain. I only persist in making you see. You can’t accept that your presumptions are wrong. I understand your confusion. You’ve been told something else. I tell you a completely different story. You don’t know who to believe. I try to make this easier. You do not see from my perspective. I cannot force you to understand me. You only understand what you want to hear. I cannot do anything about that. You won’t even try to understand anymore. I have so much to tell you, if only you’d listen. You walk away, content with your own assumptions of me. I sigh and hope that one day you will understand I have chosen who I want to be.
You say you know everything. I say you will never understand. You say I can never be one of you. I am completely fine with that. You believe there is a huge difference between us. I think otherwise. You say I’ll always be an outcast. I’ve already chosen and know people will always treat me differently. You do not understand my choices. I cannot explain to you the virtue of modesty. You do not understand the strength of my belief. I know what you think of it. You say I’m a slave of misery. I say I’m a daughter of liberty. You don’t know what you’re talking about. I now know why you misunderstand.
You only believe what you’ve been taught. I too follow my own beliefs. You with your misunderstandings and stereotypes. I with my different faith and actions. You think we can never get along. I ask the simple question: Why? You think you know all about me. I think differently. You do not know me yet. I know it’s hard for you to try. You will never get past my differences. I will only try to make you understand.
You cannot see how I could have chosen my belief. I know it’s easier for you to think I’ve been forced upon it. You repel my attempts to explain. I only persist in making you see. You can’t accept that your presumptions are wrong. I understand your confusion. You’ve been told something else. I tell you a completely different story. You don’t know who to believe. I try to make this easier. You do not see from my perspective. I cannot force you to understand me. You only understand what you want to hear. I cannot do anything about that. You won’t even try to understand anymore. I have so much to tell you, if only you’d listen. You walk away, content with your own assumptions of me. I sigh and hope that one day you will understand I have chosen who I want to be.
4 comments:
It's really sad how many people don't even want to listen to what you say, and once they do (if they do),they simply don't want to understand. People can be so ignorant, so stereotyped. If only people wouldn't stereotype, it would be a lot easier for them to understand each other.
I apologize on behalf of those who are ignorant of their own faults.
Never let anybody ever ever affect you negatively.
i want to say this, not as an "Editor" not as a "friend" not even as an "acquaintance" but simply as a reader:
you are a beautiful person, wise beyond your 15 years.
that you have the insight to recognize other people's ignorance, and rather than judge or rebel, stay patient is an amazing attribute.
stay that way sabrina. along the way your beliefs might change, your life will change, but if that sense of peace and patience stays with you i have no doubt youll do absolutely fine.
this post, for some reason or another, really really touched me
(as cheesy as that sounds :) )
Sabrina xD I don't mean to bag on this post, it's beautiful and all, but I feel as though I've read it before... Maybe it's from something else and you've made it your own. I'm not so sure. But I felt a deja vu feeling while reading this. Lovely though, just lovely.
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