Hana Ali


'Our Type'


They tell me that our type is not
regular people, yet they haven't
seen me, nor my culture

They look at us as if we are
not normal people, they look down
on us because we don't dress the
same.

They don't know us like that
but they said they didn't have to
know us enable to judge us
the inside and the outside is the
same in there minds.

They talk behinde us because
if they face us they know that
they will be wrong and they don't
want to take that risk.

The thing is they know we might
be better at something, so they hurt us
in a way we could never heal from, it would better
if they beat us physically because then we could
put a bandge on that scar.

I know that if you hurt me mentally,
That I cannot open my heart and put a
bandge on it. So that's the best way
you get me down.

I just hope you don't get used
to it, because I know that I will be stronger
someday, I will face you, so don't get your
hopes to high cause they might fall

Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012
Edited: Friday, May 25, 2012

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