Naima Morst
Grade 7
They try to define me
They try to box me in
They try to stand up and crop me in
I don't fit in that box
I don't fit in ANY box
Everyone is square and I'm circular
They go perpendicular
I go diagonal
I am different
I leave an imprint on everyone I meet
An imprint of weirdness
People call me "crazy" or even "insane"
Because I am not the same
I think of it as being unique
Others color inside the lines
But where's the fun in that?
They ask me
Who I
am
Who am I?
I'm me
And i love it
So be yourself
Life is more fun that way...
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