Dreams that torture me as I sleep...
As I walked onto to the pavement of life and walked inbetween the onlookers standing by thier cars and talking to thier friends/Group/Clicks. I felt like an outsider and I felt uncomfortable in my own skin. Wearing shorts and a t-shirt, nothing out of the normal or fancy. I realize that I am not like the others; I am different. I am wearing make up, nails done, hair twisted, and pineapple lip gloss. I am not masculine and I do not walk with swag. I am judged upon appearing infront of these eyes that I do not know. Before I spoke, before I mentioned my name, I was judged. I kept a smile on my face and I shook hands of women that I knew would rip my name through thier gossip stories and underneath thier laughs. I felt jaded and silenced from my opinions and my breath. I am a proud woman; I take pride in being beautiful not only with my smile and mind , but with my appearance. I don't understand people that judge others for the way they present ourselves. Astonished by the perception of jealous females. The wanted, the used, the undesirable, the beautiful, the familiar, the drunk, the higheress, the used, the jaded, and the confused......
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