1/4/2026
When I wrote this I was searching for a title and I happened across this song by Demi Lovato and it spoke to how I feel when I write. It feels like I'm screaming into the void and none hear me. My words are taking forever to land but I am hoping light years from now, I will be famous (LOL). And people will look back and wonder what the author was thinking. Unintentionally, when I recite this verbally or in my head, if read as rap-it works best after the 7th line and after "persecutions" the last 8 lines read in contemplation-or read any way you like. I'm just the writer.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You know nothing about me,
but you want to judge me...
first.
Before a word is even spoken
You don't ask a question about me,
but you glare at me...
up and down.
Before you look into my windows
you don't see anything about me
that fits your mold...
your type..
Yet judging deny judging.
You have not talked about me,
much less.
to me..
yet you say wait
Meanwhile..
my mind whirls and twists
like detritus in the winds..
Do I wait
for your approval,
your commiseration we are plural
though not the same
also not so different
That is lame..
Need I be more
than just a human?
Must I be clone..
to your inhuman..
expectations of emotions,
your beliefs
and persecutions?
Could we not just sit together..
In silence like old friends..
Instead of new enemies...
But if..enemies?
Can we talk,
share a drink,
Break down walls..
Maybe think?
Peace
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.

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