I read aloud, the words liquefied and formed a puddle at my feet. And suddenly, it seemed like none of them truly mattered the way they did when I wrote them. And no one truly grasped the concept I was handing to them in scarlet red lettering- my blood. It was like my feelings I never expressed through fear of misconception, never meant anything to them anyway. So tell me, why should I try ? My first impression didn't hold up so neither will I ? I'm quiet so what I think doesn't deserve your respect ? Or is it my body ? My curves are beautiful so there is no way what I have to say intelligent, worth-while ? Well, I'd hate to break the stereotype, but I have a mind. What I say isn't filtered like a pull-string doll.