'Mimic' - Poem by Linda Winchell
Are you only mimicing?
Others' that you know?
When you should be dancing to the beat of a song,
A song which is yours' alone.
Why should you care, what others think of you?
Don't they put their pants on, the same as you do?
Is a carbon copy of others' who you wish to be?
Then when you look into your mirror,
A distorted view of you is all you'll see.
We all are made different,
Would be quite boring if all were same.
We all have different thougths we think,
And we all have some different names.
So why then look like someone else?
Just to please anothers' norm?
We will cookie cut our own doe, ray, and me,
Of who it is that God did form.
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