society

Ever noticed how we are so quick to judge someone who doesn’t fit into the society standards of what we are suppose to look like? Say you see someone walking down the hallway and they are dressed in all black and they look so very depressed, they look like death. Society says no to that. Society says that we must be picture perfect with blonde hair and blue eyes, and a size 5. It is horrible what society is doing to us. They want you to believe that you have to be something you aren't. You should be who you want to be. It is turning into another Holocaust if you ask me. The goverment and society are trying to force you to believe that you must be something and if you aren't, you get killed. Ever wonder why? I think I know why. It's because society knows that if they let us have our own voice in the world we might ruin their plans of "A better tomorrow". Stand up. Be yourself. Screw what everyone else thinks about you. Let your hair be 9 different colors. Dress like a boy if your a girl. Dress like a girl if your a boy. Do what your heart tells you because you opinion is NEVER wrong.


Whats your opinion on how people dress and how quickly they are judged?

Hiding

This isnt a blog for credit, i was just thinkin of this in my head. Leave your comments on what you think about it if you want to. And No this was not me. My father never did this to me..but i know others who have and i was thinking about it, and i came up with this so yeah


She is laying on her fathers bed thinking silently in her head "What have I done to deserve this?" She begins to cry softly. Her father opens the palm of his hand and hits her face, leaving it stinging and says "Be quiet someone will hear!" She trys to keep queit, feeling her body go numb from the waist down. She can feel something hard and stiff trying to enter her body. "That hurts Daddy!" she wants to scream out, but she doesn't she doesnt want her daddy to be mad at her. She just lays and takes her "punishment" that is what daddy calls it..punishment.. Someone is coming up the stairs. Daddy stops. The door knob starts to turn. Daddy yells out "Don't come in I'm getting dressed!" the door knob stops, She can still see the shadow on the other side however. She grabs her skirt and sweater, and leaves her fathers room. All she can do now is think inside of her head "Daddy won't love me..daddy wont love me" that is her excuse as to why she takes this cruel punishment when she has done nothing at all.

Gang.

When you walk do the street, through the mall, even through your hallways Do you see gangs?
Bandanas hanging out of their back pockets black, blue, red, pink. It symbolizes who you are what you are representing.I feel as though it has gotten worse over the years. The world has changed into a cruel world full of nothing but violence. Gangs are everywhere. It use to be nothing more than the Bloods, The crips. Now it has transformed into The bloods, The Crips, 310, Tri-deca, and millions more.They are in every County, Every State, Every little city around the world now. In a gang you are suppose to show your support and to be accepted in most gangs you must be beaten until you are so sore. I dont think someone should have to deal with that just so that they will be accepted by a group of people. It is nothing more than a clique like at school. You get into trouble for graffiti, and fighting. You brand yourself with your groups symbol so you can never forget who you are and what you belong to. It is pointless, and its going to get you killed.

Do you think that gangs are going to continue to grow?

fake changes

I'm a shallow selfish inconsiderate teenage girl. I don't look my best 24/7. People tend to walk by me and say something under their breath. I don't really seem to mind it anymore. You look different than me, and I look different from you. It all evens out in the end right? I'm not class president, or home coming queen. I am perfectly fine with that. I live in a town full of people going absolutely no where with their lives but not me. I am going to do something with my life. I may direct a million dollar movie, or find the cure for cancer. Then I'll be somebody. I am so tired of people faking themselves. You put on a fake personality and you sing your way into 13 year old girls hearts, or you start selling your body to playboy and make 30 million dollars for plastic surgery to make you into something you aren't. You are born one way. You can't change who you are, you can only change how you look. If someone doesn't like you one time, do you really think they are gonna like you if you change? Would you change who you are, physically so someone would like you?

Different.?

When you see someone dressed differently then you, do you fear them just because they are in black clothes with dark eye makeup? It's normally what you do right? Should you really do this? Why not get to know them? You would be amazed how similar you two actually are. People tend to hide behind their appearance they don't want anyone to know who they really are. We do this because we have things in our past that we are ashamed of, we can not fix this, we have to learn to live with it. Most people think that just because someone is dressed in black clothes with dark eye makeup that they are a suicidal freak. This is not always true, I find it extremely annoying how some people judge before they get to know.

Would you fear someone just because they look different?

Picture Perfect

I am the girl who dresses in all black and never got to finish middle school because I was called emo everyday. I am the friend afraid to tell you that I'm bisexual, because you'd leave me for it. I am the girl who loves to read and is pushed into the corner and beat up because of what I love to do. I am no one. Just the kid that was pushed too far at school for being emo and cut a little too deep. I'm the teenager who was kicked out of her house because I was caught hugging my girlfriend. I am the woman who commited suicide just before I graduated high school. Since I'm a CheerLeader, no one suspected it was coming. I am the best friend who just found out she has AIDS, and is afraid to tell her parents because she'll be considered gay. My parents would never accept me if I was. I am the athlete everyone expects to be perfect, when in reality I'm sneaking heroin between games. I am the girl who is called a slut everyday because I can't afford to buy new clothes every year. My skirt doesn't cover what I want it to. I am the sibling forced to clean their sister's blood off of the carpet. Why didn't I see it coming? I am the boy who wakes up crying because the bruises my parents gave me hurt so much, but aren't even noticed because I'm always wearing the baggy clothes the kids in gangs wear. I am the girl who got raped at twelve and am considered a slut because of it. I am the gullible parent who let my child hurt themselves. No one can know this. We have to keep this secret. We have to be PICTURE PERFECT...


Do you want to be picture perfect or do you want to face reality and let everyone see whats going on in your life?