Categories

Categories.

Such a simple word, but so dark.

People use them as labels.

People use them to hate.

You used it on me, called me “Jock” and “Nerd.”

You insulted my shoes and my curly hair.

Insulted my outfit, whatever I would wear.

I straightened my hair.

No more curls, can you see?

No more curls, and, also, no more me.

I don’t know why you hated me and were evil.

I don’t know why you kicked me down in front of people.

But thank you for your lesson, cruel as it was.

Thank you for teaching me, this is because

I will now break the bonds put on me.

I will escape these categories.

I’ll make my own that everyone fits in.

I don’t care people think it’s a sin!

I don’t care that I’m smart,

Don’t care about my athletic part.

I don’t care about labels! They are as confining as stables!

How am I supposed to be me,

When nobody likes the me they see?

I know how, I have a plan.

I’m removing labels from every land.

Because without labels, without categories,

Everyone, themselves, can be.

I don’t care what you think.

I don’t care you think I stink.

Because I’m now free as a bird.

Free to spread this final word.

Categories.

Such a disgusting word.

Categories, labels, get out of this world!

Everyone your label is now “Unique!”

You shouldn’t care what others think.

This is it, the last hurrah.

So, I thank my bullies for their hateful song.

It inspired me to break away,

So thanks, dear enemies, you made my day.
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I wrote this in response to a terrible day at school that I had where everyone was just shoving me into a category that I didn't want. Why do categories exist? Because bullies want an easy way to choose their victims. Don't help them. Stop them.

Childhood

Daddy, don’t leave!
Daddy, don’t go!
Why are you fighting?
Why is Mommy crying?
I need my Daddy, but you’re leaving me, why?
I need my Mommy, but she’s crying, why?
Fighting is evil, it tears us apart.
Why do you let evil take hold of your heart?
I will be strong, because I don’t want you to know,
When you fight, when you yell, you hurt my soul.
Daddy, don’t leave!
Daddy, don’t go!
Why are you leaving?
Where will you go?
Daddy, don’t leave!
Daddy, don’t go!
Why are you leaving?
Is it something I did?
Mommy, don’t cry!
Mommy, don’t yell!
It scares me, Mommy.
Please, get well.
Mommy, don’t cry!
Mommy, don’t yell!
It makes my heart hurt, Mommy.
It makes my heart melt.
Mommy?
Daddy?
Is anyone there?
Is anyone listening?
Does anyone care?
Mommy?
Daddy?
I can’t see you!
I’m scared, and I need to find you!
Daddy?
Mommy?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Did you leave me?
Daddy?
Mommy?
Was it something I did?
Why are you fighting?
What problem is it?
I need my parents,
I need you strong!
I need you to smile,
I need you to get along!
I don’t know why you fight a lot.
I don’t know why you don’t laugh a lot.
Daddy, don’t leave!
Daddy, don’t go!
Mommy, don’t cry!
Mommy, don’t yell!


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I wrote this after my mom and dad had a huge fight and my dad stormed out of the house. At the time, I had no idea that things would be okay, so I wrote this to explain how I felt. Thanks for viewing!
Stay MARVELous!
Agent 13
Sharon Carter

Introduction

Hey, you might know me, some may not.
I'm not athletic, smart, or hot.
I'm just that girl in the back of the room.
I'm that girl in black, who's always in a gloom.
It's not that I hate the world, I actually like it.
It's not that I'm depressed, not in the least bit.
I only wear black because I don't like standing out,
And there are people who think I'm strange, no doubt.
But all that I'll ever be is just normal old me.
So, this is the reason this block will be.
People should know that I'm always there,
Seeing problems from the back chair.
I see everything, but comment little,
Because I know that once you speak, it's committal.
I know why your sad, upset, and confused.
It's actually not hard when, like me, you have nothing to loose.
I have God's love, He made me this way.
And because of the black, I get bullied all day.
But I'm that girl in the back of the room.
I'm that one girl in black, always in gloom.
I'm making this to tell you that you aren't alone,
I am the same as you, down to the bone.
I just see things differently, as they are.
I see things and learn, observing from afar.
I'm making this blog, so you know about me.
I just made this blog, so you can see,
I'm not that different from you, just in the clothes I wear.
I live on the same earth, and breath the same air.
I just see things as they are meant to be seen.
I don't have popularity, so my vision is clean.
I'm that one girl in the back of the room,
I'm that one girl in black, who is always in gloom.
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Hey everyone! Thanks for reading my first post! In case you can't tell, I'm a poet and an author so most of my posts will be either poems or stories inspired by my life! I can't wait to hear what you think about my blog.
Stay MARVELous!
Agent 13
Sharon Carter