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I get hit, and am called names.
Everyday it is the same.

Stupid bitch, whore and slut. 
Dirty skank, worthless mutt.

I've done nothing to deserve,
The slaps and shoves that they serve.

I go up to my locker,
Up walks a popular girl. 
Somehow I've offended her. 
With my presence. 
She wants to hurl.

Than leave me alone!
I didn't ask for this. 
But your in the zone,
Wanting your boyfriends approval kiss.

I get decent grades,
I do my work. 
All you care about are parties and places to sneak and lurk.

Your pretty clothes, 
And made up face,
Convinces everyone I know,
That I'm the disgrace.

Well I'm not a disgrace.
So HA in your face.
I'm a woman who's good. 
Just like a lady should.

I don't drink. 
I don't screw. 
I don't think,
Like the populars do.

My life is solely mine. 
Your life is solely yours.
So stop trying to control mine,
While you are crashing yours.

Guess what? 
I'm not going to change.

I will still be me. 
Even after I'm beat. 
Even after I'm called lame,
And many other nasty names.

But I know that I'm sane. 
So I'm not following down,
Your reckless lane.
For you I frown.

Because,
Sticks and stones will break these bones, and your words will forever hurt me. 
Your cuts and bruises left as a memory on my body. 
But I will get through,
Because I knew,
I wouldn't be a failure like you and your crew are destined to be.

So HA in your face. 
Because your the disgrace. 
Try and save your self,
Before its too late.

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