f
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freak.
the word echoes down the long school hall,
it's written on every brick wall,
every crumpled note thrown my way,
freak in big bold letters.
why?
is it because i don't live in your 4-floor ivory tower?
is it because i don't have people at my request?
is my skin 'unclean'?
is my hair 'untamed'?
i'm a freak because i'm different.
my skin isn't porcelain white,
my hair isn't ruler straight,
my hands covered in dirt from a days hard work.
my 1-floor house, packed tight with a family of eight.
you act like i should be offended;
like i should be hurt you've labeled me.
f
r
e
a
k
freak.
the word plays in my head like a broken record.
you shout it from across the lunch table,
"freak".
yes. i am a freak.
i am unique.
you're no deeper than a 3ft pool.
so yell until you're blue,
whisper amongst your friends,
f
r
e
a
k
"freak"
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Collection of Poems
ПоэзияA collection of different poems that I will write. *DISCLAIMER: ANYTHING WRITTEN IN THIS BOOK IS PURELY BASED OFF OF MY IMAGINATION, UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE, NOTHING IN THIS STORY ACTUALLY REFLECTS ME OR HOW I FEEL. I JUST FIND IT EASIER TO WRITE DA...
