Let's end the hatred in this world
They say,
But won't hesitate to spread it in the name of religion anyway.
Let's not be homophobic towards anybody
They say,
But will themselves call a weak guy a gay
Let's not body shame people.
They say,
But will make fun of their fat classmate all day.
Let's not abuse animals
They say ,
But will start eating pork from the first ray.
Let's not be sexists
They say,
But will assume every guy only wants from them is a lay
Let's stop saying and doing things
And first of all try to become human beings.
#MuskanMishra #poetry #review
They say,
But won't hesitate to spread it in the name of religion anyway.
Let's not be homophobic towards anybody
They say,
But will themselves call a weak guy a gay
Let's not body shame people.
They say,
But will make fun of their fat classmate all day.
Let's not abuse animals
They say ,
But will start eating pork from the first ray.
Let's not be sexists
They say,
But will assume every guy only wants from them is a lay
Let's stop saying and doing things
And first of all try to become human beings.
#MuskanMishra #poetry #review
I loved to play I loved to roam,
All my friends felt like home.
We shared our food and our toys,
All were there, girls and boys.
I didn't care how I looked,
Whether my hand was dirty or my foot.
Puberty came and I grew up,
Reality hit me like a truck.
I was ugly and dark,
That's what my friends called me in the park.
I was no more part of their group,
No fun was left with no more of exciting whoops.
Only jokes were now made on me,
Nothing was same how it used to be.
My name was changed now from Jim to black,
I should not be around the whites was my new tag.
Even teachers saw me with vain,
It all became so depressing I felt like jumping in front of a train.
Neither my mom nor my dad,
Could help me with the problem I had.
They told me this is my fate,
My skin color , for years, have been receiving this hate.
The girl I fell in love was white,
Everybody told me wanting her was not right.
She mocked me with a scornful smile,
She broke my heart which was already agile.
Saw the news about this guy, George,
And how his killing broke out a worldwide surge.
I can't breath were his last words,
But isn't being black really a curse?
He was killed and got all the attention,
But what about us,who die daily don't even get mentioned?
How can your skin color make you superior is all I've ever wondered about,
Why are blacks not given, on their skills, any clout.
Took ages to learn about this,
That loving yourself as who you are is a bliss.
Don't care anymore about what people think,
Because not their face but it's their soul that stinks.
With all the hatred they carry on their shoulder,
They can't realise beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
Skin color doesn't but your soul makes you pretty,
Only being white or smooth-skinned doesn't make you witty.
All my homies I want to share this with you all,
It doesn't matter if you're black, white or tall.
Love yourself and believe in you,
Then nobody can stop you from doing anything you do.
#MuskanMishra #review
All my friends felt like home.
We shared our food and our toys,
All were there, girls and boys.
I didn't care how I looked,
Whether my hand was dirty or my foot.
Puberty came and I grew up,
Reality hit me like a truck.
I was ugly and dark,
That's what my friends called me in the park.
I was no more part of their group,
No fun was left with no more of exciting whoops.
Only jokes were now made on me,
Nothing was same how it used to be.
My name was changed now from Jim to black,
I should not be around the whites was my new tag.
Even teachers saw me with vain,
It all became so depressing I felt like jumping in front of a train.
Neither my mom nor my dad,
Could help me with the problem I had.
They told me this is my fate,
My skin color , for years, have been receiving this hate.
The girl I fell in love was white,
Everybody told me wanting her was not right.
She mocked me with a scornful smile,
She broke my heart which was already agile.
Saw the news about this guy, George,
And how his killing broke out a worldwide surge.
I can't breath were his last words,
But isn't being black really a curse?
He was killed and got all the attention,
But what about us,who die daily don't even get mentioned?
How can your skin color make you superior is all I've ever wondered about,
Why are blacks not given, on their skills, any clout.
Took ages to learn about this,
That loving yourself as who you are is a bliss.
Don't care anymore about what people think,
Because not their face but it's their soul that stinks.
With all the hatred they carry on their shoulder,
They can't realise beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
Skin color doesn't but your soul makes you pretty,
Only being white or smooth-skinned doesn't make you witty.
All my homies I want to share this with you all,
It doesn't matter if you're black, white or tall.
Love yourself and believe in you,
Then nobody can stop you from doing anything you do.
#MuskanMishra #review
Friends are for LIFE
Friends friends and friends
Why are they so overrated I've always wondered,
Me, being introvert with no friends, are they magicians or clowns? , have pondered.
Do they have some powers which makes us happy or any magic potions,
Can we trust them in everything and can they give me life solutions.
Always curious to know one and have
A good or best friend kind,
In whose House I can enter anytime and she won't mind.
Found her at last and got all answers
She looks nothing like hero or a clown,
But she sure helps me out of every problem and changes my expressions to smile from frown.
True friends are something lucky people can get
It's hard to maintain a bond,
It doesn't happen in a day Or after a picnic
It needs truthfulness not a magic wand.
#MuskanMishra #review
Friends friends and friends
Why are they so overrated I've always wondered,
Me, being introvert with no friends, are they magicians or clowns? , have pondered.
Do they have some powers which makes us happy or any magic potions,
Can we trust them in everything and can they give me life solutions.
Always curious to know one and have
A good or best friend kind,
In whose House I can enter anytime and she won't mind.
Found her at last and got all answers
She looks nothing like hero or a clown,
But she sure helps me out of every problem and changes my expressions to smile from frown.
True friends are something lucky people can get
It's hard to maintain a bond,
It doesn't happen in a day Or after a picnic
It needs truthfulness not a magic wand.
#MuskanMishra #review
The hand that held me in the darkest of days,
The ear that heard me in all the ways.
The only smile in the harrowing night,
Only apology after every fight.
You were are and will always be in my every song,
My best friend forever and for very long.
#MuskanMishra #review
The ear that heard me in all the ways.
The only smile in the harrowing night,
Only apology after every fight.
You were are and will always be in my every song,
My best friend forever and for very long.
#MuskanMishra #review
I pretend that I'm good
But all the pain is there, under the hood
You'll see me smile and laugh
But you won't know what's going on inside, not even half
I'm hurting, hurting really bad
Don't worry, won't tell you and make you mad
I'm strong, stronger than you could ever know
Emotions are not something I don't really show
I'm gonna put a big smile again today
Will fool you all again and keep from my true self , away
#MuskanMishra #review #poetry
But all the pain is there, under the hood
You'll see me smile and laugh
But you won't know what's going on inside, not even half
I'm hurting, hurting really bad
Don't worry, won't tell you and make you mad
I'm strong, stronger than you could ever know
Emotions are not something I don't really show
I'm gonna put a big smile again today
Will fool you all again and keep from my true self , away
#MuskanMishra #review #poetry