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Stereotype

April 29, 2012
By Madison Quantock SILVER, Spokane, Washington
Madison Quantock SILVER, Spokane, Washington
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I walk the halls of school today,
It smells like gum and bottled hairspray
I watch the pink and blue go by
Until there’s one who catches my eye

He says I’m beautiful and wonderful, a spark against the flame
I’m different and unusual and am not the least bit ashamed
“This school hasn’t changed you; you fought to stay true,
It’s amazing and different, and isn’t typical in any sense.”
So this pink fell in love with the blue

But things started to change,
And my heart was rearranged.
I found myself sinking, and never really thinking
Beyond what anyone else thought.
Was I slowly, surely, topsy-turvy, letting my brain rot?
I came to you saying I’m so sorry
But you told me not to worry
You liked me better when I followed rather than led
It felt like a bullet to my head

Oh he’s a stereotypical, egotistical, not so wonderful jerk
And I’m the girl who wants to break the borders
And build the world up with brick and mortar
Because anything else would be a bloodless torture
How could I’ve been so blind?

To think that I could change
And rearrange what I had never been like?
Just to see a boy and play it coy and leave it all behind
When every part of me couldn’t see a thing, hidden beneath this lonely shroud
But now I know and I’m taking it slow, I guess I’ll see you around.
Because there’s nothing about me that sees the need
To follow you and your life.
And all your friends who fake it away in hopes to fit in right
There’s only one me, and what’s the need to be like everybody else?
Because I’m beautiful, and wonderful, and anything but typical

Stereotypical, it’s oh-so pitiful, how could I’ve been so blind?
But now I guess I’m free and you’re here to see me shine
And now the pink is red because nobody said she could do it
But watch me now.
I’m burning brighter and my heart is lighter because I’m still the fighter
I was before.
And I have you to thank, as your pride is sank, I bet you can’t stand the hype.
You thought it was cool when I was your fool, but I’m not anyone’s stereotype.



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