I am

Despised. Will you spit on me, too? As I walk by and catch your eyes that are glistening with hate. Your mouth, smiling with crooked teeth, out of pride, out of mockery, not out of kindness. Sizing me up (or down) as I walk by. Decide I am not good enough for a second glance and move on to the next person, pockets filled with cash, thousand dollar suit, black heart, dead soul. They are perfect. I am young, I am a woman. I am rebellious. I am a thinker. I am a threat. Purge me out...throw me up. Get rid of me as quickly as you can because I am destructive. I break all your molds, so you have to continually fix them. I am sad. I am quiet. I am a thinker. Yes, I am destructive. Yes, I am a threat. Wait and see.