My20 Angel• Show poetry

I am an 18 year old girl and when i am not inspired to writing
i am focused on graduating

I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.

I'm BLACK, so I MUST carry a gun.

I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.

I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart.

I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.

I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.

I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.

I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.

I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bunny

I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.

I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.

I'm an ATHEIST, so I MUST hate the world.

I DON'T HAVE A RELIGION, so I MUST not have morals.

I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.

I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.

I'm JAMICAN so I must smoke weed.

I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.

I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.

I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.

I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.

I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.

I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.

I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a
savage

I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.

I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a stuck up bunny.


I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a bunny.


I wear skirts a lot, so I MUST be a bunny.

I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.


I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.

I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.

I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth.

I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a stupid ditz.

I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of

girlfriend.

I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.

I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.

I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.

I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking
bunny.

I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible bunny.

I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.

I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a big peter.

I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.

I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.

I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life


I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.

I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.

I'm INTO THEATER ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.

I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.

I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be bunny them all.

I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be gay.

I HAVE BIG BOOBS, so I MUST be a bunny.

I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.

I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.

I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool.

I'm GERMAN, so I MUST be a Nazi.

I hang out with GAYS, so I MUST be GAY TOO

I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.

I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited.

I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13.

I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy.

I'm HAWAIIAN, so I MUST be lazy.

I'm a STONER, so I MUST be going in the wrong direction.

I'm a VIRGIN, so I MUST be a prude.

I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly or crazy.

I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon and fried chicken.

I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.

I'm ASIAN, so I MUST have a small penis

I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.

I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.

I'm PREP, so I MUST be rich.

I don't FLIRT WITH GUYS AT SCHOOL so I MUST be gay.

I dont like the SUN so I MUST be albino.

I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.

I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.

I wear BOY'S CLOTHES so I MUST be a lesbian.



I'm POSTING THIS so I MUST be a groupie.

~*Post this in your profile if you think stereotyping is just plain wrong*~ (from XxBloody


~ HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG ~ !!!!!!!!

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

i am the man who died alone in the hospital , because they stopped operating on me when they found out that i was homosexual .

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

*Repost this in your journal if you believe homophobia is wrong*

girl: hey baby i want to show you....
Boy: ( cutting her off ) ugh i'm so mad
Girl: why? whats wrong ?
Boy: ugh everything
Girl: explain baby
Boy: just lost a championship game,
parents flipped out on me for no reason,
and im catching a cold
Girl: well hey there will always be other games,
you know ill take care of you when your sick,
what your parents flip about ?
Boy: they are making me pay them for a car repair
Girl: is it alot of money
Boy: no it just sucks
Boy: but hey i dont feel well im going to go lay down
Boy: bye
Girl: wait i want to give you some...
Boy: cant it wait til tomorrow ?
Girl: yeah sure
Girl: bye
Boy: bye

2 hours later a friend of hers asks her to go for a drive ...she goes.....
her friend swerved to avoid a truck....hitting a tree instead
her friend was killed instantly....shes in critical condition.

This is the conversation between her sister and her boyfriend

Sister: omg ( crying )
Boy: what? whats wrong ?
Sister: my sister...your gf was involved in a major car wreck
Boy: is she ok ? ?????
Sister: shes in critical condition
Boy: i'll be there in 10 minutes

He shows up to the hospital room ...standing outside the door going over the last conversation in his mind over and over as he heard the machines beep and beep and breathing tubes pump

Boy: she wanted to give me something or tell me something
Girls mom: yeah this...

it was an envelope smelling like she did sealed with a kiss in lipstick

he opened it.....

it said ..... your everything to me....i love you with everything i am and everything i have...i want to spend the rest of my life with you.
Sealed in it was a ripped movie ticket from the first movie they went to and the first picture they took together.

He kissed the picture as a tear fell from his face onto the picture, it looked as if in the picture she was crying.... then the machines flat-lined....3 minutes later she was pronounced dead

If you have any heart...any soul...or want to be happy you will repost this.
if you care for someone ...do not let something like this ever happen.

The Strongest won't Survive

i.
Carcinogenic
calamities cascade,
as existence crumbles
below foundations
where sentiments crack
through rigid
smiles

while breath decomposes
in fractured pulse.
Toxic brews on buried hope,
dissolving surfaces with
plastic charades.

Paper exposes
expected corruptions
when casual unmasking
is forced to deny.


ii.
Lies fail to portray
reluctant romances
like barrels of fiction
attached to your face.

Chances are hidden in
fracas of moments
where I can't distinguish
myself and my veil.

Stable to stifle truth
in countless guises
as eyes are addicted to
chimeric dreams.


iii.
Metal platforms lay bars
to slip
and block inhales
in concrete caves.

Incisions stacked in
idle agendas
like panic attacks
on cornered veins.

Barriers built emotional walls
where ladders are blurred
and will collapses.

[movement restricts every sight
and perception]


iv.
Frail hands are held,
as she stares blankly
at pockets of air.

Sight remains vacant
when perception choked,
breaking down barren canvasses
with splattered despair
in tinted ink.

Void crept in fingernails,
rotting in yellow hues
and blood loss.


v.
Regret branched
to aid remorse -

leaves paint shadows,
dragging secrets to morbidity
and colliding fact on conscience.

Reality became reminders,
disinterring recollections of
rejected affections -
racing through miniscule pores,
and eroding veins.

Atonement remained in layers
of amnesia -
neglecting need
for age.


vi.
Mastery dissolved in debasement,
leaking confidence down to levels
below basic footing -
trampling dependence as support vanishes.

Pity balances on waves,
disturbing pre-set composures.

As marrows twist
and calcium decays,
spines become weaker
like wounds dipped in
salt.


vii.
When eyelids bash irises,
roofs cave in -
collecting dust particles and burnt ash
to choke on.

Embers grouped into categories,
distinguished by intensity

where your capacity is exceeded.

Insomnia lingers beneath tired eyes,
like currents under calm waters;

still surfaces are frauds.


viii.
Crutches collapse;
foundations shatter with touch
or vibrations.

Time cycles repeat
in single moments,
combining dreams and shattered hopes
like a race course to destruction.

Exhales don't repeat,
a pause, a few seconds,
and the world spins in top rotations

down to a solitary
point.


ix.
Gravestone silence covers conclusion,
as completion of existance
required celebration -

not in remembrance
or admiration of survival
but the finish
of a struggle

to others.

Expirations display purpose
and with that,
it's withered use.

Epilogues became relief
and history...

unrecorded.


ABORTION is WRONG