21. Who Am I?
I'm tired of being told to grow up,
When they know that I'm able
I'm sick of being called 'Punk,'
Because that is being labeled
I'm tired of being told to grow up,
When they know that I'm able
I'm sick of being called 'Punk,'
Because that is being labeled
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Dressed in a sundress
Under the pouring rain,
She twirled around,
Raising her hands to the air.
Great piece. The poem touches me every time I read it. It exactly described my past experience.
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Hurting
Because no one cares at all.
Crying
Because no one hears me call.
We live and breathe with them every hour.
Some words make us feel sour,
Causing us to glower.
Only words have such power.