I’m
blonde; I must be
stupid.
I’m
brunette; I must be
boring.
I have red
hair; I must have a fiery
temper.
I have black
hair, I must be
eccentric.
I dye my
hair; I must be trying to be
someone.
I wear
make-up; I must be
fake.
I wear
skirts; I must be a
slag.
I like football;
I must be a
lesbian.
I’m
rich; I must be
spoilt.
I’m poor;
Imust be a
tramp.
I wear
black; I must be a
goth.
I wear
hoodies;
Imustbe causing
trouble.
I’m
skinny; I
muststarve
myself.
I’m
curvy; I must constantly
eat.
I’m
smart; I must be a
nerd.
I’m
independent; I must be a
loner.
I cry; I
must be a baby.
I’m
not like you; I must be
weird.
I’m
like you; I must be
copying.
I’m
religious; I must make you be the
same.
I’m
young; I must be
naïve.
I’m
old; I must be unable to look after
myself.
I’m a
teenager; I must always be up to no
good.
I’m a
straight-A student; I must have no social
life.
I have no
job; I must be
lazy.
I have a good
job; I must be a
snob.
I’m
foreign; I must be pocketing your
tax.
I am human; I
must be
stereotyped.
6 months after I was born,
my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer.
Going to chemo with her every
Thursday was normal for me as a toddler.I never thought of her as
any different as the other parents.
Then the summer before 5th grade,
she got really sick.
I still thought she was as
beautiful as ever.
I found out I had won class
president in 5th grade.
So I went home to tell my
mom.
She used every ounce of strength
to
smile and high-five me.
Then I went to my friend's
house.
Where I was later called
home.
My father told me,
"Honey, mommy isn't with us
anymore."
So now, here I am in 8th grade,
class president.
And I can feel my mommy high fiving
and smiling at me from heaven.
I love you mommy<3