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those light up shoes

 

and that faint bruise

 

show off in the light

 

the light which highlights my

 

transition to higher grades

 

but one day, light up shoes

 

and bruises from tag weren't the norm

 

in fact they were the cause of a storm

 

of laughter and embarrassment

 

inching towards to my ego

 

even though the mask that tried to protect me

 

shattered.

 

tears were shed and anger fizzled

 

when i learned that i was belittled

 

and that no one stood up for me

 

ego bruised and shoes gone,

 

angst started to form

 

was this fair towards me?

 

if only i had followed the norm

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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