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I Am Me
by Sheila Tidd

Harsh words come out of your mouth,
they fly through the air,
soar into my mind
Cutting into my heart and soul!

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me.
But they do,
They really do!

Cruel gestures come from your body.
They affect me directly,
Striking me,
breaking me down!

I can pretend it did not happen,
tattle, and tell a teacher, fight back,
letting you know it hurt me.
I think not!

As you walk past me
no spoken words, no gestures come from you.
Only looks, perhaps a glance or two.
You do not have to say a thing, it is obvious.

I see you.
I see your actions.
I see your gestures.
I also see your glances.

I am not stupid.
I am not as blind as you think.
I am not hurt by you.
I won't let you get to me.

Because I am me.
I eat and drink like you.
I walk and talk like you.
I am me.

There is only one difference,
my outward appearance.
Yes, I look different,
but then again so does everyone else.

I see you.
I see your actions.
I see your gestures.
I also see your glances.

I am not stupid.
I am not as blind as you think.
I am not hurt by you.
I wont let you get to me.

Because you see, you do not see.
You do not see your actions.
You do not see your gestures.
You do not see your glances.

You are stupid.
You are blind.
You are the one hurting
You cannot stand yourself.


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