Applecharm11 Starhorse


Hi! I love writing about animals, fantasy and just expressing myself through words. 'A painting paints a thousand words' so why not a thousand words form a painting?

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Hi! I write for hobby and for escaping troubles. I love to write as I get to 'live through' the stories I improvise on the spot. It makes me able to feel and be someone else in a world where I can change anything.I hope my words can make a difference

I'm not different, I'm special

April 27, 2016

(I know the competition is over. But still, I wanted to take a chance to write on the topic of this prompt. I hope I can improvise a piece worthy to be read.)

We're all the same, are we not?

Humans, kids, children, people.

Beings who just want to be accepted. Who just want to be loved. Who want to be part of a community.

So why do you give me that look?

As if I do not belong.

As if I've contracted a deadly contagious disease?

I have a face, I have legs, hands, a body. I look like you. But yet, you make me feel alien.

Just because I'm 'different' doesn't mean I don't have a heart. It doesn't mean you can treat me like an animal. It doesn't mean you can hurt me. It doesn't mean you can break me.

Why you see me 'different' is a wonder I wish to find out. 

Why was I invisible? Why was I suddenly your punching bag? For your fists and barbed words of hate and mockery?

Why didn't you hesitate to throw these things at me?

At us?

What makes us different from you?

We are just people like you, but yet, you treat us like nothing.

I know you're hurting. You're probably hurting a lot. For you to do these things.

We don't want revenge. We just want to be accepted.

It hurts me to watch my brother play at the playground. 

He's human, but all the kids flee from him, leaving him hurt and confused.

And for what reason? Because he was autistic? 

What about that other kid? Jon?

Neglected just because he added a different colour to your group?

Doesn't it occur to you that we can feel pain. 

We can feel hate.

And we can cry.

We can break.

We can be broken beyond repair.

Our lives are tied together. So don't push us away anymore.

Its enough discrimination for us to take.

Forget all these borders you built. Pull down these rules of mockery.

Cant you see? We're not different.

We're just special kids.

Special kids who want to be accepted.

Special kids who want to be loved.

Special kids, who are really, just like you.


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