Stereotyping

I'm Asain so I must love math.
I'm in rehab, so I must still be on crack.
I'm a teenage mother, so I must have been a slut.
I really like the color black, so my wrists I must cut.

Pinks my favorite color,
And I cheer above the crowd.
I must be a preppy cheerleader,
Snobby, stereotypical, and loud.

My skin is the color of toffee, so English I can't speak.
I'm African-American, so a gun I must carry.
I am a Muslim, so I must want you dead.
I am very quiet, so friends I must dread.

I'm a tired teacher,
Just looking for respect.
You think that I don't have a life,
But you I'll never neglect.

I have blue eyes and blonde hair, so I can't have a brain.
I hear voices in my head, and that makes me insane.
I am a lesbian or a gay, so I must be sexually confused.
I'm a silent child, so I must have been abused.

I can't stand it anymore;
All the fears and lies and suicides.
To the edge, people get pushed.
Amongst all the pain and violence,
People get shushed.

Terrifying, yes.
In reality, it's true.
Stereotypes are the hottest ways,
to describe the uniqueness of me and you.

I know it deep within my heart,
That we are all the same.
But at the exact same time we're different.
Is it that confusing a game?

In the end we're all just people,
Trying to fit in.
We're all just human beings,
And all of us have sinned.

So join me in the battle,
Against racism today,
Before one more person dies from it!
Hurry! It's not too late!