Stereotypes Poem by tiffani staar

I'm a cheerleader
So of course I have no brain
I won't show my feelings
Therefore I feel no pain
I hang out with the right crowd
So I must be a snob
My daddy has money
So I wouldn't dream of getting a job
I don't let things get to me
So I must have a heart of stone
I'm not dating the quarterback
So I must be alone
Don't think for one second
You know me from what you've heard
'Cause you have no idea
And those were just words
I'm one of the few
To break the stereotype
And I'll never live up
To all the hype
You can shut up
You don't know me
'Cause if you did
You would agree
That I'm my own person
I dont't fit into a certain social class
I follow my heart
Not the mass
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