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Warning: Deep Stereotypes!

Warning Deep Stereotypes

Once again,
there is a storm hurling in my mind!
What if's and maybe's please be seated
I have got a notion to discuss!
'How deep are the stereotypes that 'we' conclude?'
As I went far from my place
I met people with different names!
Faces that marked me with different conclusions,
Each time they commented on my physical appearance!
For every comment, they threw,
I placed a tick on my list.
and Guess what, Here's a saturation point for every trait!
From individual existence to my well maintained long nails,
From beard that is untrimmed to the printed shirts I prefer!
From long verses, I usually write,
To the undisputed fact that I'm still virgin;
There isn't a single label left unticked!
They have got corrections to everything.
and Here's the latest one:
You are subjected to detention from existence
because you've faced severe dejection!
A rejection on the grounds of several attempts made to seek what I seek,
The way I walk,
The way I talk,
"Advisors" have got explanations for everything!
*A man can't cry*
*Strength is defined by the weights pulled in the gym*
Here's a hit to every drool:
Maybe I'm a witty fool!
but surely, I ain't the *man* who doesn't cry or goes to the gym!
To the every "deeply" and "strictly" imposed stereotype:
here's a note, I leave and conclude
- "You stand void!" I'm laughing at you, serve me with a better menu next time!
- EtchedMirage writes✍✒✌
(Just a little piece of suggestion for every declaration that found a way to brainstorming!)
Critiques invited☕✌

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