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tears and dreams to soar with.
As I walk down the corridor
Afraid, unsure, with trembling limbs
They laugh from behind glassy doors
My arms are like limp, broken wings
I'm not a vast Mother of Earth
But I have dreams to soar with
I'm rather small, not tall at all, perhaps maybe since birth
Despite these facts my thoughts are immense- for what it's worth
My hands curl up like little boulders
I clench my toes within my shoes
I take a glance over my rigid shoulder
They're immensely tall, like mountains lining a sky of blue
They called it a school, but I called it hell
I ignore them, promise myself that I won't cry
They taunt me; they jeer and they yell
I close my eyes, sink out of my fright, and into my night dreams I soar high
I went to that school for about three years
I didn't know myself, they didn't know me
I often cried, my cheeks seemingly tattooed with tears
But now I know that I am free, for I'm the only me I can be.
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it's about my experiences with bullies.
i based it on "Incident" by Countee Cullen.