This poem is about a girl who choose not, to be part of what she is not.
I hate competitions because, everyone is going to end up saying and doing the same thing and i’m going
to win them. Not by copying off of others by uniqueness, and being myself that is what modeling suppose to
be. Being yourself so that people will be able to notice you more, i’ll strike a pose. And blow a kiss and make
you all wish that you was, like me insteand i’ll leave yall to fish out for what it is that is in front of you all face.
Strike another pose watch and feel my hair blowing back, in the wind click. Here’s a picture of me if you
look closer, then you will see the real me that you all been ignoring. But on the outside you’ll see what it is
that is meant to be, and that is a person that is worth looking at. But i am just th retard girl, that talks but no
one hears strike another pose….now what do you all see, or want to see or want me to be.
An copier or an individual i will choose that for, myself..an..individual. I’ll stirke another pose bend
forward slightly, have right foot up a little more than slightly. Have right and left hand on right knee looking
staight ahead, hair blowing back, eyes slightly closed with a little smile. To stay a while, click what do you all
see now….or do you all want to see it.
So i’ll hide behind the sceens in a black hoodie dark grey pants, black shoes, and watch you all fight all of
the copiers. And think why….what is the point all they have to do is to be their self’s. While i’m being myself
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