3 Things I Know Are TrueA Poem by Justice SmithSomething I wrote for school.
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In this world there is hate. It's why we debate, and fight all day and night. It's like we fight to survive while others sit there, watching us, and they thrive. It's a dog eat dog world, and sometimes you can't see through all the fog, and you choke on the smoke of the big title that's telling us a tidal wave of lies. And we don't know the truth. Two We discriminate against that which we love, and that which we hate. We discriminate against one another, someone's friend, somebody's brother, somebody's sister, against the emo girl or the f*g or the one kid that just didn't fit in quite right. Not knowing that what you said keeps them up at night. Through the scars and the tears through those words and our fears. We're all freaks in our own way we just divide by those who chastise and tell lies to make themselves feel better, and those who try to heal broken hearts and shattered dreams with hands that hide all they've seen. Because we know they're keen on what happens and what goes on. We just hope they think it's all a con. 'Cause it's easier healing others pain than sharing ours. Three Society is something that we make. But all too often, we make the mistake, of using it to define us, and not something to refine us. And brother, I know how words hurt, and lies hurt more. And when you were down, I was there at your door. Telling you to get up because you're not done. And when you cried over your scars, and fears, and lies that over all those years you started to believe. I sat with you, brushed off your tears, and I cried too. Because this world is what we make it. And what people don't understand, is that to get help, you just have to say that you need a hand. And instead of truth, and love, we fill it with lies, and we swear to the sky above that we will bring change. But we're too scared to do what needs to be done. And as a result, a girl sits at night, without a single light, because she doesn't see what she's about to do. And as she starts to cry, she grabs the pills that take away the pain, because she wants to gain peace and quite from the lies outside. But she takes a few too many as she pours them into her mouth. And as she does so, she thinks how life would be better, if things could change. Because in the society she grew up in, it was OK to pick on the kid who had nobody to go home to at night. And how it was OK to fight that queer because he grew up with two dads and no mom. And as she lies there dying, she stops crying. Because she thinks nobody will care. And as she says her last goodbyes, I just wish that she could see our world through my eyes.
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