Their words echo in my mind—over and over
“Stupid”
What makes someone “stupid”?
What makes me so different?
We all see things differently—
Billions of people in this world
Billions of perspectives
Billions of eyes.
So what is it with me that makes me “stupid”?
I understand things you don’t.
Maybe you’re stupid then—
But I’d never say that.
Again, I’m the one who said we see things differently.
Yes I’m different,
But you are too.
We disagree—
That’s how it works.
We continue on with our lives like nothing ever happened,
That’s the way it should be.
But it’s not.
There’s people who say things that leave our thoughts spinning,
Makes my head seem like I’m caught up in a harsh tornado.
Makes my mind echo that word—
Their weapon
“Stupid”
Maybe no one’s stupid—just unheard.
Maybe it’s not about stupid at all.
