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I looked at her with surprise,
Thinking I hadn’t heard her right
But she repeated herself again, louder
And others voiced the same
That the sky was ugly,
It was “lame”
And suddenly I became angry with them
Though I can’t exactly tell you why
Maybe it’s because the sky can’t control it
It does not dictate how it looks
Just like people, we are combinations of our parents
And yet the sky! Why judge it?
“It does not meet our standards for the day,
Therefore it is rejected and thrown away…”
Oh I just wanted to scream, to shake them all
For being so judgmental
You may think I’m taking this too literally
And I rightfully am
But it’s because how it relates to us, the sky
We cannot control how we look
And yet we are judged for it
We cannot control our skin color
And yet we are looked down upon because of it
We cannot control anything for ourselves
Well, except our clothes, our shoes, our hair, our makeup
This world is so materialistic.
But no one ventures past the unknown
To those “other kids”
The “loser” with no friends
Well, why don’t you be the bigger person!
Make them laugh, make their day!
But everyone is too stuck in their selfish ways,
To notice the damage being done
The sad eyes and empty laughs,
And the repeated statement, “I’m okay.”
We are all just carbon copies
Repeats of the people we surround ourselves with
And so no one breaks the barrier
Between the “cool” and the “uncool”
For some people, popularity is all they have
But does your happiness justify the unhappiness?
Justify the cackles and turned up noses,
High buns and poses,
Selfies and Miss-Me jeans?
If you take a moment and strip it all away
The makeup, the warpaint, the high end styles
You will find that we are all ugly
Yes, it’s true, we’re all imperfect in a way
But no one wants to believe that
And so things will stay, just the same
The sky will continually be called “ugly”
Because it isn’t doing things your way
It can’t help it,
But I like it that way.