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That Girl

by cristianamcmullen

Laugh all you want
At that girl over there.
She honestly does not
Give a single care.
Go right ahead.
Give her funny looks.
Laugh at that girl
For reading her books.
Call her mean names
Like “Loner” and “Nerd.”
Your judgmental mind
Will not cause her to hurt.
Whisper because
She's always alone.
Your cruel words
Aren’t sticks and stones.
That girl is a thinker,
And she loves to write
Works of fiction and poetry
About her life.
That girl is one
That few people see.
But that girl has changed.
That girl was once me.
 

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I got into poetry my freshman year of high school. I absolutely fell in love with it. It is my drug, my addiction that I cannot shake. I love visiting Renaissance Faires, theme parks, swimming, hiking, singing, writing, and reading. I love the movie "PS, I Love You." I am a hopeless romantic, but I have not always had the best luck in relationships. A lot of my poetry comes from my heart and mind, and holds special meaning, maybe even a few tears. But some other poetry of mine is simply random and weird and goofy. Just me being me. My nose gets cold easily, and my room is always a mess. I collect stuffed animals (don't laugh) and rocks (that I named for a time when I was younger). I also know how to play Snaps. Yeah. I also have a pet fish (Danny), two turtles (Todd and Talulah), two cats (Timon and Angel), two goats (Hearts and S.J.), and five dogs (Sheila, Shakespeare, Rusty, Duke, and Rebel). Yup. We're a farm. Not literally, but a lot of pets. I have a guitar, but I can't play yet. I need lessons. I shall learn though. Oh, and I have written way more poems than I have actually published on here. I have over a hundred. So what you see is only a peek. Hope you like my poetry.

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cristianamcmullen
<p>This poem was based on my childhood, where I was always bullied because I hardly had friends, and I read a lot of books. I also wrote a lot, which made them bully me more. I decided that I would no longer give them power when I reached junior high.</p>

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