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I am a weirdo everyone says so.
Because I make good grades I’m a teacher’s pet.
I like pink so I must be a prep.
I like black so I must be a Goth.
I am weirdo everyone says so.
I’m in the school band so I must be a geek.
And hey I even like to read. What does that make me, a nerd?
I have long hair and like tie-dye shirts, so am I a hippie girl?
I fall down stairs, crash into things and inanimate objects like to hit me so I must be a klutz.
But what if I don’t want to be a social label, just want to be part of the human race?
What if I don’t care what you think and make my own decisions according to me?
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xXsmileXxI really like this poem. There must be a hundred things people could label me as. When someone comes up to me and asks, "Are you a goth?" i say "No I'm a person."
once young myself... said...
Aug. 4, 2008 at 6:17 pm:
Aug. 4, 2008 at 6:17 pm:
If more of us questioned ourselves, as author does at a young age, we might have a more wholly civilized citizenship now as adults.
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