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Me
You see a girl as she walks by.
She seems so confident,
Her head held high.
On her face seems to be a smirk,
Around her waist,
A long peasant skirt.
She seems to be beautiful,
Or, to you, on the inside.
Because her face, you said, is one she should hide.
But her face is set with determination.
She knows her goal.
Ease on down the road
Without ever hurting a soul.
You can’t help but
Stop and stare.
She looks so different.
But she doesn’t care.
I want to be that girl.
She seems to have a lot of fun.
While she strides through life,
And shines like the Sun.
I snap out of my daydream,
And realize that the girl
That I want to be,
Had the same face as
Me.
I look in the mirror,
And it is so.
The girl that I want to be
Is truly
Me.
I look down the hall
And try to imagine that beautiful, confident girl.
Looking into the Sun,
And smiling to the world.
I smile to my reflection,
And close my locker door.
Prepared to be someone
For everyone to adore.
Someone who shines like the Sun,
While marching to the beat of her own drum.
I walk down the hall,
Prepared to be,
A whole new, different person.
But still be
Me.
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OH!!
Okay, well anyways the poem still rocks.