Knock Knock
who's at your door
the stereotype
they love, hate, but adore
the person they want
you to be
but hate to see
Knock Knock
who's at your door
their judging eyes
burning holes
You hear
sneeky remarks behind
your back
please don't ever
fall through the
cracks
Do better I pray
do I will
so I won't be a
stereotype
in here
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Purple Ivy
PoetryThis is a book of poems about situations people go through in everyday life.
