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I'm Not Stupid


I’m not as dumb as you think I am; I’m much more multifaceted, although one never could tell just by looking at me. You judge me solely on the excitable exterior I wear. Perhaps I don’t speak up often in class. Eloquent phrases don’t usually spring from my lips, but all alone I might just be a genius. I remember useless things, and recite full books of poetry. I have a hidden weapon, but it serves also as my downfall. Perhaps I’m a titch stupid on occasion, but so is everyone. No, nothing’s wrong with me… why do you ask? I’ve never been a valedictorian. I’ll never get a scholarship or win a spelling bee. Perhaps I am truly stupid, but then again, perhaps I’m just a timid clever girl, who needs to act this way. I’m not nearly as dumb as you think I am!

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Jim
<p>Thanks for sharing this great poem. There&#39;s an honesty that sings in these few words</p><p>and speaks to me: &quot;<span style="background-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); color: rgb(37, 37, 37); font-family: ITCFranklinGothicStd-Book, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">I have a hidden weapon, but it serves also as my downfall&quot;. Here is the gift of an artist.</span></p><p>&nbsp;</p>

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