Jockz N Emoz Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

An emo girl
sits in the corner by herself.
You think you've heard this story before.
But you haven't.
We're not all alike.
Why do you discriminate,
asks the girl.
Why does it matter to you?
Why do you turn your head
the other way
and snicker?
You are no better,
but you don't know that yet.
I get up in the morning,
just like you.
I hit the snooze button
and make the coffee.
I cry tears just like yours.
But dear,
you still don't understand.
Look at my skin,
what do you see?
White,
marker,
cut.
What's on yours?
Tan,
marker,
scratch.
What's so different?
One self inflicted
one accident.
So?
I just need some help,
I'm healing.
My skin beads across that cut,
just like your scratch.
Still think your better?
Look into my eyes,
there's no difference.
I have irises and pupils,
so what if they cry a tear more than yours?
I'm a person,
just like you.
Whether you like to admit it or not,
you're really no different than me.
Do you see now?
The jock and the emo
can sit on the same bus seat
and be no more different
than a jock and a cheerleader.
You see?
Now take my hand
and just be who you are.

Feb.-5-10