By YourselfA Poem by Isabelle FayeAnother thing I wrote for class.Little things pile up, The stacks building, towering higher and higher, stretching towards the sky.
What will happen when you can no longer see the top, where the little things end?
What will happen when injustices are never ending, reaching up, into infinity?
Will the tower come crashing down? Will it stand strong as more and more little things are piled on top of it?
Small injustices on small injustices, bouncing back off each other, multiplying, gaining velocity with every hurt they cause. Sometimes, you don’t even know they happened, you’re so used to it.
Sitting by yourself in a group full of others, sitting by yourself because you are different, because they won’t accept you, because they don’t accept you.
The thing that makes you different, you can’t change nor do you want to, your gender isn’t something that should be used against you.
Sitting by yourself in a group full of others, their backs turned, blocking you out of the circle, silencing your voice.
It happens all the time, so much you stop noticing but, little things pile up.
Sitting by yourself in a group full of others, they’re deciding something for you, something that affects you, something that matters, yet they give you no voice.
No one notices, it’s normal, boys don’t include girls and girls don’t include boys, normal, it shouldn’t be.
Sitting by yourself in a group full of others, simply because you are not like them, you’re a different gender and so they cut you out, don’t give you a chance to speak, tell you what to do.
“This is what you do.” They say, stand here, walk there, talk now, they never asked you if you wanted to.
Sitting by yourself in a group full of others, many people do it every day.
Little things pile up, The stacks building, towering higher and higher, stretching towards the sky.
Sitting by yourself in a group full of others, It really shouldn’t be this way.
© 2012 Isabelle FayeAuthor's Note
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Added on July 20, 2012 Last Updated on July 20, 2012 Tags: seperation, sad, social injustice, tals, SOSI AuthorIsabelle FayeAboutHi! My pen name is Isabelle Faye but you can call me Isabelle or Belle for short. I'm an under 18 year old writer from the United States. I write both poetry and books/novels but the latter tend to pr.. more..Writing
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