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  • She sits in class as her eyeglasses give bright attention
    A loner she was no friends and ugly
    Lookin’
    I feel her pain
    But dare not say anything in class
    But she isolates herself in her own world
    With her insecurities that beauty
    Supplies
    People noticed her alright
    Alright, I feel, I guess this is school
    A long time ago
    Where I sit behind her
    In a seat with warmth from twenty other kids

    I was a kid but everyone was
    And what do children do??
    They play the social game where they pick on
    Hormonal zits
    That we share
    Her and I
    Alone with the insecurities
    A so called loser
    Yes I like that now
    Because I still am
    Without scars
    But this isn’t about me
    It’s about her
    A young girl in high school
    I feel her pain
    But kept my mouth shut

    She was poor
    Ragged clothes
    And homemade dresses
    Who is she?
    They know her
    I guess
    But I know her
    I see me

    I kind of was happy because I am not the only one
    A victim of high school
    But she had it worse than I
    She was a total loser
    Where I wasn’t
    I kept my mouth shut
    And seared her with my pain
    With her pain
    That kept her close to her own world
    Where she wasn’t safe there at all
    She was genuine though
    A true seed
    Brilliant but doesn’t shine just yet

    Then one day she had enough of her world
    She stood up to her class mates
    Even me
    And even the teacher
    Who favored her not

    And she stood up
    With a tear
    To share her world
    To the class
    And she spoke like an angel
    To save us all
    To give us the reason to life

    She said, “What is so wrong with me?”
    They all laughed
    She spoke again with fierce
    She spoke out of fury
    She told everyone what it is like to be her
    She just wiped her tear and said, “Now this is true strength!!!
    All you popular kids dare not stand up with a heart!!
    Without seeing the truth about yourselves!!!
    And I say that I am not like you
    Because I say this
    Only to give you my heart
    I will always remember my heart
    Because that I love, I should dare not say, but, all of you have lost your heart
    But I do say it
    And I give this as a gift
    To all of you
    For what true beauty is
    Is the strength to stand up to all of you
    With beauty in my heart
    To face all your ugliness
    But I say thank you all
    For making me do this
    For making me have a beauty that no one will understand
    And to find true strength to be proud of who I am!!!”

    So everyone just sat there
    Shocked that this introverted young woman
    Had spoken with such power

    Then all the unpopular kids stood up
    Clapped and found that the truth
    Is true kindness
    Even if it is out of anger
    Found she still loved all of them
    All of us
    How?? I ask

    And here I am thinking about her
    I wish her well
    As that day
    Because we all clapped to give her
    Our beauty to her
    And we all actually got along
    Finally
    Where high school was a blessing
    Because of this young mature woman
    Who had shook the whole school
    With her powerful voice
    From her heart
    The true power
    Now a blossomed angel

    And that is why
    I have a heart
    Today
    And I say
    Thank you
    For my true voice
    Everyone


    (Picture by me. I have the need to draw now for some reason... I think I will draw a self portrait... maybe tomorrow... I don't really know.. :)
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