I am...

April 21, 2011
By , Lilburn, GA
New school,
new kids,
new style.
You look me
up and down,
as if it see if
I'm "cool" enough to be
friends with.
You carefully scan my
hair, clothes, and looks.
You decide
I would cramp your style.
So you
ignore me,
leave me to be lost
in this new world.
I feel a tapping
on my shoulder.
I turn and see
a girl sitting
behind me,
"Hi," she says.
and now,
I'm her new

I realize
I am
who I am on
the inside.
Not my clothes, or
outside appearance,
and people like me
for who I
So you can leave me
thought of as
not good enough.
But I will hold
my head high
Who are you to judge me?

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