Empathy Poem

Empathy

Fit the Mold.

To be such an odd soul

Is to be an outcast

No matter if we are fearful or bold. 

Surrender your Joy to them

They ask of nothing more

So why do we attempt to fake and pretend

For what do they know?

Apparently, they are the righteous and heavenly

And they know exactly where to go

To follow

To indoctrinate

Their lives within their own mistakes

They blame their pain

On the ones, of their affections

They do not feign

To be in such anguish internally

Could mask the brightest visions of success

Of they are as we see…

I’m speaking of Empathy 

I am speaking

Of the bullied schoolgirl in the bathroom stall

WEEPING

I am mourning the deceased short kid in the alley way

BLEEDING

With all of their lives and futures receding from their sight

As bind as I with these prescription telescopes, they cannot perceive the light.

For what is someone to steal what they’ve now lost?

When they torture and defile the defenseless

WHAT IS THE COST?!

For the families who do not know where their son or daughter could be

Makes me realize that the world could use some empathy

I have been crowned the king of awkward tendencies

And the baron of ugliness so that when I spoke to my “friends”

They would just laugh at me. I truly believed that I would die by the

Age of 23 because I was too inferior to exist

With the likes of these…

“Perfect Kids”

I speak so fluently

The language of the broken and the deceived

Because I have been the birth child of

Every fat joke ever conceived.

For years on end, I half-heartedly tried to pretend

That my life has the decency and joy when in reality all I sought was the

End. 

At the dawn of those days,

For my justice, I faithfully prayed.

The beeps from my alarm clock

were the repeated cries of every word as I tried

To refrain

from SCREAMING  STOP. With every voice in that cafeteria whispering about my infamous name  and vile face

made me feel like I need to wash away every trace

of who I was because I was ugly to have a mixed race…

I had patience for they knew not what they did

But this entire poem is about this one selfish kid. 

He thought it would be funny to fill my shoes with sand

And then when it came time to our exercise time, they would yell

“Hey Fatty, catch me if you can!”

I slipped and fell down to the ground

Past hell and the Devil, and past all light and sound

I felt like I needed to die  

Because when it came to my worth,

I could be compared to a corpse of a fly.

Why has this apathy for human decency made the world come to this

Why should a world endure such pain for only the reason of selfish bigotry?

We cannot let this continue to fester free.

We have the power to show each other some

Empathy… Why not let it be?