An easy stereotype tossed aside like leftover facts, A saying shared from one person to another, There are no new sounds, just repeated ones. Still acting like they know it all.
You might have heard it — "She's noisy, so she must be impolite. " "He's gentle, so he's probably weak. " "They come from that area, so you know what to expect. " Nobody bothers to double-check or show concern; they just agree and move along.
It's easier, right? To sort individuals into neat categories, To skip the real story, And think that a label gives you all the details you need.
But people are not flat shapes. They aren't made from headlines or social media tags. They carry both passion and imperfections. Dreams that awaken them during the night.
Is the girl you call overly emotional? She’s endured silence for far too long. The boy you think is idle? He’s been fighting battles you know nothing about.
Another lazy stereotype is merely a shortcut. But these shortcuts always miss the bigger picture. You don’t see the struggle. You overlook the growth. You can’t perceive the spirit trying to rise from within.
If reality is a reflection, stereotypes are dirty glass. Showing only what you already think, Not what truly exists.
So take it all away. The quick judgments and easy teasing, The borrowed ideas passed around like tattered fabric. View people as they are— Complex, multidimensional, honest, and changing.
Because the world needs fewer labels, And more understanding.