You may make fun of me,
refer to me as the girl who
only cares about her grades.
The girl who's stiff.
The girl with her nose stuck
in a book.
The girl with impossible
goals and dreams.
But my identity is not yours,
to determine.
Your judging of others determines,
who you are,
a mindlessly pathetic individual.
No one is as they are perceived-
the label you put on them is a facade.
And I am more than what you say I am;
more than a number on a report card.
That is one thing I will always be sure of.
.
[to whoever is reading this: the definition of 'you' is not what others stick on your back. It's what's in the region that only you can see.]
YOU ARE READING
cloud nine
Poetry❝you are my cloud nine.❞ [a collection of poetry and prose in verse- its sole purpose to make that wonderful smile of yours appear.]
