Who is she?A Poem by Shimae ParksWho is she? What is she? Does she know she is not like me? I think she feels like a beauty queen but what sachet could fit around her? Oh dear, Oh my, has the time fly, she is now one of a kind Can they see beyond the flaws or will they still criticize her She isn't pretty, she maybe dumb.. hmm what did she do to her hair they all say Through all of the hate and all of the pain I feel trapped and I cannot escape the pain that is driving me insane.. No matter what I say, They keep their faces turned and their phones on high just in case i say hi What makes me different? What makes me unique ? Is it my hair? Is it my smile? Is it my clothes that my mom brought me last week? It's new! Look at me! Look at me! I'm pretty I'm cute I'm Just like you Why do I even try? It doesn't matter what I try I give you things that I don't have just to come home and hear it from my dad Who makes you God anyway? I'm something, I'm beautiful, I'm me and that is what Ill be! no more holding these tears in hopes that you hear my fears no more pulling my hair in hopes that you would say hi Dear God, you made me, me and hmm.. that is what I am going to be not fake, not sad, not mad , but glade and one day when they see me they will say... What? And I'll say yeah thats right it is me that you see. © 2014 Shimae ParksAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorShimae ParksLas Vegas , NVAboutAbout a year ago, I started writing T.V shows and short stories just for fun. At this time I am looking to receive feed back on my work, its kind of a funny story, none of my friends on Facebook reall.. more..Writing
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