Why is it, That when I tell them, I can’t be, Somebody else, I am me, They stare at me, Those deprecating eyes, Like I’m some leper, To be despised? __________ I’m the same as they, Maybe just a bit deranged, But does that make me strange? I think not! Just sometimes, Unlike the lot.…
Have you ever had an experience where you, or someone you know, has reacted in a situation purely because of a stereotype you or they may have created about a certain person, or a certain kind of people? Have you ever judged anyone, not by their own actions, but by the prevailing atmosphere surrounding such…
Respect work and not its trappings
The Pradita Chronicles 