Big Nose, I tend to be the center of attention even 

when I try to hind behind the big lenses of the world.

If I didn't try to look like the rest of the noses I was made fun of.

Your too big you're not tiny, I feel like I am shiny under the sweat of

oppressing myself to be like the others cute and tiny. I tend to sniffle back

up the snot of the world telling myself it is worth holding onto.

You are all in my business Big nose, they tell me this as I am trying to

follow the others. I feel hollow with all the accessories they use to push down there

nostrils in an attempt to follow. They breathe out the true expression of

themselves in hopes to make room for the inordinate snot of the others who wallow.

Big nose, you look slimmer, this is told to me as I have finally freed my nose.

From the snot of the world as I cried from the emptiness inside I started to feel the

me that I should pride. And I grabbed the tissues that my parents gave me. They

always told me my nose was perfect it just had to grow the way it was meant to be.

Now as I have grown up I see it was only the snot of the world that created

the congested big nose that the world knew to be free.

Hey Bi... Nose, now they say to me as they hide because I am big but not in lies in

pride, respect for others not with selfish lies. Blow out your big nose it needs much

to be filled with pride. ;)