Last Thursday I wore a skirt and a blouse With my bright blue tights and black shows I walked in and even the few people in halls Stared and giggled As if I didn't mean to wear that this morning As if I had dressed in the dark Today people ask me what color my prom dress it I simply tell them pink Wait until I show up with my *bright* pink dress Beautiful pink like the colors of an 80's club What will the conformits say? What will the pretty girls say? I don't care I will walk in the door with my man at my arm In my dress knowing that I am beatiful Simply because I am me
Reason for writing:
I was inspired my the poem "Fake" by Shannon. There is no worse thing in the world than to be somebody you are not.
Birth sign: Libra
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