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I Am Me


Many people know the season

But many people know not me

I am more than your Instagram pictures

Of your dog playing in the leaves

 

I am the purest of aesthetics

Not for my face or my hair

For the light, that shines in my eyes

Through society's judgemental cries

 

I am a body

That society claims

Is "Too Fat For Fame"

This world should be ashamed

 

I am a personality

That holds true to time

Who loves their friends

Even if they're Bi

 

I am a mind

With thoughts as fruitful, as a wild grapevine

Whose morals stand at the very core

Shaping me since I was  Born

 

Most of all

Through nights of pain

And hours of hurtful cries

I am me

 

 

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