Advice From My Third Grade Teacher
parading in the outliers of my mind
unkind rumors told about me
because of my family
haunting my nights
when I used to cry myself to sleep
because I was them and they were me
my third-grade teacher gave me this advice
when they get to know you, they will know
you are not your family, or their past.
Be you and true.
Sad and blue is for others.
Live your real until they understand
So, I grew to be me
Moved away
had a fresh start
People who knew me for me
not me for what others had said or done
it is refreshing to get a new start.
I am rejuvenated
I am refreshed.
I am me!
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