Okay this first part is dedicated to boosting my ego and showing off my capability in English, so those who are disgusted by my pride, back off.
I left a reply in the class tagboard asking Javier if he was discriminatory towards women, and he replied that he wasn't, only beacause he thinks we are more hardworking (Ha! As if. I'm living proof)and that it is 'discrimination to women', not 'discriminatory towards women'.
Boy, I do love a good debate. It's been ages since someone argued grammar with me (unintentionally I suppose, with good intentions of correcting a person?)
Which brings us to this post.
Think of it this way:
Are you discrimination to women? You are human, not 'discrimination'. This sentence is wrong grammatically, for reasons I know but cannot explain, so kindly refer to Focus On Writing and stop skiving.
If you want to use the word 'discrimination' for farcical reasons even Einstein cannot explain, you should use 'against'. i.e.
Do you feel any form of discrimination against women?But 'to' ain't right either, 'towards' sounds better. Whatever.
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Grammar lesson is over. Not very sure about the accuracy of the contents.
Anyway, let's end this off with a poem. It's called 'Facing Demons'. This is more of an emotional poem, it depends on the viewpoint of the person. I'll love to see how you interpret this. I don't know whether it's good, if you own a deviantart account, do me a favour and comment on my page, if you don't, well, comment on the tagboard.
And so the grey mist swirled and morphed
Air became sinew, razored with shattered glass its smile
Silvery translucence melded ice; the dagger aloft
And swift it came, crimson exploding against pallid tiles…
From my throat it ripped, agony on sound
I ran, imploring with many doors
The closer it came, the more desperate my pound
Rejected, my hopes sank deep into the ground…
Skin glossed with sweat fluid from gelid heat
I gave up, exhausted, on my knees I plead
“My dreams you haunt, my day you shadow
Is there no way to become mellow?”
No answer it gave, no form of grace
Merciless blade gleaming in moonlight
The briefest shadows on the blade traced
Before vanishing out of sight
Malaise rippled, miring my heart
Trembling I opened my eyes
Upon the being materialized a face familiar
Smile flickering on my face before strangling a cry
“You…” 
