September 20, 2010
By blackmoon SILVER, Hawthorne, New Jersey
blackmoon SILVER, Hawthorne, New Jersey
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I walk and walk
Ignoring all the whispers
Pretending like I'm the only one there
All eyes on me
Like I'm some kind of magnet
I swallow and let out a breath
I close my eyes and just dream
Dream I'm not there
I open my eyes to have tears running down my face
"Is there a problem!" i scream to everyone
"Is there something on my face!"
Everyone just stares and goes to class
No one even bothers to come to me and tell me everything's going to be okay
No one will do that just because i wear the scarf
Its hurtful to think that no one likes you because they think your terrorist
Well there the terrorist not us
Were the ones that are in pain
To have have everyone look at us like were some freak show
To have everyone call us names
But one day everything's going to be alright

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