Short Swartz Poems

It was raining fish from up in the sky
Hard to believe, but saw it with my very own eyes
They just appeared
We all cheered
But poor Mrs. Swartz fell off her chair yelling “bonsai”!...

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I'm not the "Scum from Swartz Creek".
I'm not the "Geek from Gaines".
I'm not the "Brat from Byron",
but the stigma still remains.

I've worn so many labels
and I've lived up to them all.
Refuse to be on display.
I just can't take the fall.

If what you see is ugly,
or just not what you'd be,
try to see how important it is
that you be you and I be me.

I'm not the Scum from Swartz Creek.
I'm not the Geek from Gaines.
I'm not the Brat from Byron,
but the stigma still remains....

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