We Are People

That's it..

As the sun rises
And the faintest hints of light begin to touch the sky,
We, too, rise.

Up from our beds we go
To work,
To school,
To shop,
To play,
And much much more.

The labels go on;
Teacher,
Lawyer,
Student.

The judging begins;
S**t,
Bully,
Nimrod,
Idiot.

The differences are made clear.
The people become
Ashamed.

But at the end of the day
When the sun goes down,
The labels come off.
The people are tired.

And I think to myself,
"This is the world."

And as the children get tucked into bed,
I realize,
We are all just..
People

Author's Note

Thank you for reading! Take care :)

Reviews

[McBear]

Wow, this poem really has a concrete meaning to it. People label us with many things like you said. They judge us upon endless qualities. But when we all go to bed, we are all just "people." All created equal but not treated the same.

[Cool Girl]

Yes indeed. I wrote this while thinking about Danny. I actually haven't written in a while. I'm proud of this piece, yet I don't think I'll write another soon. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. I appreciate your tim, Cyanide.