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I wrote this for English and got an A, along with some nice comments from my teacher. It pretty much paraphrases my musing, 'Emos Wear White'. I didn't do any editing on it. Let me know if you like...
Clothed in the black sadness of their own misery.
We have names for them, the ones we ignore,
'Goths' and 'Emos' among them.
Why do we mock them, their saviors, their saints?
Insult their music and ridicule their shame?
We view them as strangers that cry in the corner,
Ignoring the reasons behind all the pain.
"Seek first to understand," as the old saying goes,
"Then to be understood."
It's advice we all should follow.
Understand before we speak and judge.
They have already sought to make sense of their opposites.
Will we do the same?