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I'm Standing Tall


Who are you to call me a freak?

Casting me out, making me a misfit.

What is it I've done?

You don't even know me, you just assume.

I'm tired of this game of cat and mouse.

No more running, hiding, or pretending.

I want this to stop.

NOW!

Ever hear the saying, "Don't judge a book by it's cover"?

I guess not, 'cause you still try to hover.

I'm taking off the mask.

From now on, I'm me.

This is who I am.

No longer a push-over, gonna stand tall.

Not even a crane could knock this girl down.

You're getting left behind.

Just another page in my boook.

Gonna lead a life with no dictation.

From now on, I'm the one choosing my direction.

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My name's Kelsi Pope. I'm 17 years old. I love poetry and I've been writing my own poems since I was 8 years old.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression!&nbsp;</p>

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