In Het Voren Te Oordelen

A Dutch poem in liberty of a poets mind about prejudice.

Because my wife and many others, including myself, face it every day. People with no knowledge about you or your luggage* still seem to find it normal to fitivy your life in their heads.
There is no problem in that, we couldn't know what they think, but if only that they would leave it in their heads. Yet they start gossiping with others, behind your back.
Staring right in your face, some even dare to point at you.

* With luggage I mean the scars and the emotional stories that hunts everyone that has been bullied.

If you are (un)visibly ill or have another condition or situation you know what I mean, maybe you can place it way, turn the other way.
I can't, it hurts, yet still I can't. I stand for the weak, but I don't think they are weak, they are strong, they just need to see it.
The ones that take a knife or pills to end their life because of the bullying, know that you are actually strong and can survive.
Learn from the bullies that they are the ones that are messed up, they have a problem, not you.
There are people out there that do care, relatives, friends, no matter how far they live, they care.
I care, I fight with you, I fight for you if I could, no one should be bullied, should be terrorized.

Don't think you are weak for one second. You cry, that's a strong quality. You show your emotions, that's also a sign of a strong person.
You show empathy, another strong quality. You fantasies, keep doing so, you've got the world at your feet.
You read books, comics, novels and even mathbooks, you're smart, you've a free mind.
You draw or write, welcome to a creative realm of fantastic fictive freedom, express yourself.

Don't let them rule your life, stand above them and walk away.