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I May Not Be Perfect but, I Deserve To Be Equal


I May Not Be Perfect but, I Deserve to be Equal I don’t like when you talk about me Can’t you tell your blinding my eye sight to see I don’t like when you look my way Your facial expressions scare me with what you have to say I don’t like how you tell other’s I’m no good Blaming me for your uncontrollable mood I may not be perfect but, I deserve to be equal I’m different just as the next person can’t you see So how come you’re out to hurt me I don’t like how you push me around I’m tired of trying to lift myself up off the ground I don’t like how you pretend to be my friend Only to hurt me completely in the end I may not be perfect but, I deserve to be equal I don’t like when you talk about me Isn’t there anything else you can do besides be mean I may not look what you consider to be normal But I am me, casual and informal I can’t live with you torturing my inner self -worth So just leave me alone and my heart won’t burst I may not be perfect but, I deserve to be equal Blaming me for your uncontrollable mood I don’t like how you tell other’s I’m no good I wish I could be just me and that’d be good enough But, you’re hurting me in ways that are too tough What will it take for you to leave me alone My heart and soul you have destroyed and thrown I May Not Be Perfect but, I Deserve to be Equal So stop bullying me and leave me alone Written and Copyrights By: Deanna M. Culver March 28, 2013
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