The Color of My Hair

Tue, 03/18/2014 - 19:45 -- torij15

My hair, the color of straw

Compared to others it seems very blah

I am not who they think I need to want to be

But do I need to care what they think I should think that I need

My body is curved and round

Not the shape that in magazines is found

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I am not the shape they think I should think I should be

My eyes are simply grey

Not blue like a clear sunny day

I could wear contacts, or better makeup

I do not do what they say that they think I should think I should do

I am stubborn and shy

Not adorable, giggly, or fine

I could try and be someone I'm not

But I refuse to be what they think I should think I should be

 

 

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