I'm tired of being your stereotype

Of loud and ghetto

Stay away from that girl

You know what she's like

She's not "my type"

The clothes I wear do not display who I am

I wear the clothes I can afford

The hair I wear does not display who I am

I'm doing the best I can

The way I talk does not display who I am

I am struckened by stutters

So much to say that when I finally get the chance

I open my mouth

And nothing comes out

So much to say but I don't know how to say it

I'm not a beauty queen

I don't have a winning smile

I don't melt hearts

I'm not a first impression

When will anyone see

I am the nicest


Most caring, thoughtful, smart, brilliant, exciting, heart-beating

Human being

I don't blame you for not wanting to be around me

But I blame you for looking up to society

For putting a label on everything

So you can feel more comfortable and in control

But has it ever dawn on you that

I am not your stereotype?


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