When I was a teen,
I dreamed of being a prom queen.
I was tired of being geek
Who was bullied by the top clique.
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I thought the perishable beauty of the queen bee
Mattered more than the unwavering wisdom of the old tree,
And the short-term popularity of the mean girl
Counted more than the endless compassion of the winds that whirl.
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For a while, it seemed to be a reality,
Yet years later, it became a fantasy.
Popular or not, all will have struggles
And have to face troubles.
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I find out that being wise is now moral,
And that being compassionate is now virtuous.
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A/N: I'd been reading about a poem called "Teenagers" from Imagination by Jiaxiaozi. The theme was what really impacting me to write this poem. If you want to read her poems, go type 'Imagination (#Wattys2016)', because if you just type 'imagination', then there would be lots of stories that have to do with this. After all, do you like this poem? If you do, comment, vote, and share. Over and out.
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