I Am Me…….

I Am Me....... long poem

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I look in the mirror and see myself and say “I am me”
I walk on the road and people stop and stare, and , all I can think about
is “I am me”, and here to stay.
I see many people who say: she is pretty and he is handsome, who sets the
rules to judge what beauty is ? All I have to say “I am me”

If you don’t fit into a circle many judge you and laugh and all you can
do is walk away, and , many times bow in shame, and wonder
“Do I want to be me anyway ?”

I never had a choice in who I will be , but my parents were proud to have me,
they taught me to be proud and hold my head high, and , never be
ashamed to say “I am proud to be me”.
I can’t change the world and can’t change how people feel, I can only make sure I
am proud to be me, and that for sure.

I was given a chance to see different everyday, and never do I have to
look back and ever want to change.

In many years as time goes by , many will see maybe from a bind eye
we will not judge or look at ones in terms of colour, but see a person
who might even be our brother.

I wonder how many are thinking this thing, or just laugh and call it a big NOTHING,
many feel they have to change the world but maybe we just need to change
our self first, is not that the best way?

I AM ME and proud I must say, I thank my parents everyday, I may be different in
many ways, but I must say again” I AM ME ” and I am here to stay….

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