Radical

 Hi, this is my first post ever on the website. I wanted to begin with a "Bang" and I don't usually write poems like this. However, I fell in love and felt that my rejection in that had to do with societal values, thus this poem was born. I want honest feedback as I intend on pursuing writing in some sense on the side one day. Be as honest as you'd like. Love always, La Douleur Exquise.

Fake smiles
No sympathy
The only thing they know is how to limit me
Bait me in the trap
Pretending to accept me
"How ethnic!" She said with her hollow blue eyes
Then she'd toss me aside
She wouldn't care if I died
when I started to wear this rag on my head
I should have observed
The empty seats of ex friends who left me
The disapproval of the fact that my parents even let me
Asking if I got forced into religion but yet claiming she doesn't want to offend me
And if I ask why she's dressed like I streetwalker she'll resent me
So I kept quiet as blue eyes offered me a pair of shorts because she said she wanted to help me
I thought the designers could help them love me; the Celine, the Chanel the Givenchy
Turns out in their eyes and minds I could never be wealthy
my words are not directed towards a people but a mindset
The type of mind that thinks a Muslim ain't with the times yet
The type of mind that thinks its weird that a black man hasn't done time yet
The type of mind that thinks a Mexican can't pass a timed test
I loved him so  I didn't see his pigment
And to him loving me was just a figment
His fantasy, something he could string along
Because I had his music on my iPod but his people made the songs
Don't forget it
I never had a veil over my eyes
I forgot my roots but you never forgot mine
I was the elephant in the room, the lion outside its pride
I guess people like me are just animals in a zoo
Fun to take pictures of and admire their exotic looks
Ship them all the way over here but never let them in your house, let them stay in the books
Taking up all that space so I guess they're the crooks
Go back home from the zoo
Never think of them twice
How can something so minuscule have a place in your life?
I look good on a resume
On an essay about diversity
Make a profit over exploiting our adversity
Call us oppressed but can't wear a religious dress to university
Yet a low self esteem gets fixed by plastic surgery?
Riddle me that
Call me a radical?
Then consider me that
Because that statement holds no meaning if a fashion designer would consider me fat
Societal woes
Can't be fixed with a new nose
And I'll never be accepted until I take off my clothes
Or I'll anger the men and I'll be considered extremist
But like I said it holds no meaning if magazine ads make our women bulimic
How could the earth be so scenic
But internally wrong
Undeniably
How could I have gotten so hurt
When I appear so strong?