Prejudice
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Abby Wong, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2021
Silent screams erupt as children and
elders alike cower; trembling
in isolation. They inhabit their liminal
space and submit to society’s shackles
as they’re commanded to. They mould and conform,
they twist and contort, they flex and warp
and break. Their cries ripple through the sky
and mingle there, as torrents of tears
pour down. Despair drenches your clothing,
clinging to your arms and legs as
they beg; we beg. We mourn and plead and cry
for the belonging that we were promised and are owed.
Yet you pry off our desperate fingers and walk
away. You turn a blind eye, for the blood seeping into
the earth is not your own. Our value declines, for
when you look at us, you see not your own reflection.