Stereotypes
By Stellar84

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This poem belongs to me, Emily.  All rights reserved.  Please,
no duplicating, copying, or distribution without my consent.
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     People think themselves better, other people lower.
     Asians are automatically smart; African-Americans suddenly athletes
     Fitted into a mold, like cookie dough.
     But people aren’t cookies; And we aren’t made of dough.

     We’re not all cut from the same cloth
     Nor are we all made in the same fashion
     We are unique individuals, all very different from each other
     Just like you are not automatically like another because of skin

     All fat people are not jolly, all short people are not shy
     All tall people are not athletes, all handicapped people do not cry
     Red hair does not mean temper, blond hair does not mean stupidity
     Away with the stereotypes; It’s time to view people as they are

     Why do we create these molds, using them everyday.
     Why can’t we tell that people are different, that they’re unique and special?
     I don’t know why.
     But maybe you can tell me the answer.  The simple answer to the question: Why