I am who I am
That can’t ever be changed
It’s not something to fix
Can’t be rearranged
You call me a bitch
‘Cause I stand up and fight
For all my beliefs
For what I know is right
You call me emo
‘Cause I don’t always smile
If you knew me you’d know different
If you’d gone that extra mile
You say I’m suicidal
‘Cause life’s not always good
Of all people who would know
I’m positive you should
You call me fat
‘Cause I’m not stick
Well, yeah I’m not as skinny
As some ED model chick
You say I’m anorexic
‘Cause I don’t always eat
Or like how I look
From my head to my feet
You call me stupid
‘Cause I’m not always right
But I study real hard
And work into the night
You say I’m insane
Because I don’t think like your way
But I like how I think, so I’m crazy?
Okay.
You say that I’m clingy
‘Cause I like to hang around
You say that I talk too much
When I rarely make a sound
God doesn’t judge others
Before they are dead
Why should you get to?
He knows what you’ve said
Stop pretending you know the real me
You aren’t anywhere close, it’s easy to see
You need to learn not to follow, but learn to lead
I am who I am, your approval I don’t need
A contest entry
- Give me your best Prewrite by Starz of Heaven.
550 points, ended September 8, 2007, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I like this piece it is a really good write.Society is so screwed up. That is what the problem is if you dont meet societs standards well you are consider not good enough.Thanks for sharing and good luck in the contest.Best Wishes
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*Eyes Widen In Surprise*
That was so much different than what I was expecting when I saw the title. Not only is it screamingly ardant against humanities mediocrity and firvolous stereotypes, but it's almsot completely selfless.
Honestly, by reading this I am no closer to understanding the author than I am to understanding myself. This poem seeks to delves outward, into the soul of the read, rather than inward towards the aurthor. A different approach that this reader at least picked up on.
You've said so much in this, perhaps a follow up might be in order? Or maybe an expansion? There are just so many ways that you can improve and change for the better with this poem it's absolutely frightening. With a part two, or a reworking, you can spit in the face of every pathetic stereotype every uttered from a human mouth.
Enjoyed it,
Peace out
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