Being Me. Poem by iesha wilborn

Being Me.



I come to a school 5 days a week for 10 months.I have to listen to teachers lecture ME and judge me on my actions.They pretend to be perfect knowing that they aren't.I know who I am and where I belong, can't nobody tell me nothing.Im going to stand until fall and be alive till i die.If being a bird I would fly, If being a Lion I would own my courage.I dare not to be weak but to stand tall, AND NEVA FALL!

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