Sometimes, when you do something <br />But everyone around declines, <br />You think, “So what? Are they my folks <br />Who have the right to control my mind? ” <br /> <br />You continue to tolerate that deed, <br />Even though you have that guilt. <br />Guilt that makes you restless, <br />And sometimes makes you wilt. <br /> <br />They’d tell nonsense ‘bout you, <br />Even say it in your face. <br />They’ll do everything they can <br />To clad your name with disgrace. <br /> <br />You apologize to them, <br />Though you’re the one lying in mud. <br />As usual, acceptance is there, <br />But there’s a twinge in their squad. <br /> <br />Days after, you’d see them <br />Doing the same old deed. <br />They laugh in delight, and don’t care; <br />Your advice they’ll never heed. <br /> <br />The past events come to your mind <br />As you ponder aloud, <br />“Why am I only reprimanded, <br />While they are being allowed? ” <br /> <br />Of course! Who wouldn’t feel the same <br />When we experience things like that? <br />It’s unfair for them to have fun <br />While you just look there and sat. <br /> <br />To tell you frankly, I feel the same. <br />‘Cause I’ve experienced that just recently. <br />Unfair, isn’t it, for a twelve-year-old, <br />To have a loss in terms of equality?<br /><br />emmanuelle sanders<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unfair-isn-t-it/
