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Not Who You'd Thought I'd Be
I was the boy who you said was 2 short or to small,
I was the boy with those round golden glasses,
When we picked teams i may have been the guy who got picked 2nd to last,
yes i was even the boy you were ashamed 2 admit you thought was cute...
Now I Am a Man now wat do you think I think of you?
I was the boy with those round golden glasses,
When we picked teams i may have been the guy who got picked 2nd to last,
yes i was even the boy you were ashamed 2 admit you thought was cute...
Now I Am a Man now wat do you think I think of you?
Published 10th Oct 2013
| Edited 11th Oct 2013
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12th Jul 2015 5:52pm
Striking power here.. great build up & then the
end, almost 'at throat'..
Reminds of an old song, believe was Toby Keith,
"How do you like me now".. same principal.
Sweet days to you poet, glad to see the Stand- Tall in light of past/ kids are born mean sumtms
& shud be spanked for.. *lmsao
~d
end, almost 'at throat'..
Reminds of an old song, believe was Toby Keith,
"How do you like me now".. same principal.
Sweet days to you poet, glad to see the Stand- Tall in light of past/ kids are born mean sumtms
& shud be spanked for.. *lmsao
~d
13th Jul 2015 4:06am
I appreciate the read and the comment nothing like being able to re reflect and have your eyes opened when you do ✌️
16th Oct 2016 7:09pm
Short, but packs a lot of meaning. I can really relate to this poem. When I was young, I was usually the one who was picked last for teams, I was the kid who had the thick, broken glasses that were usually repaired with Dads black electrical tape, and I was the kid who was picked on, until 7th grade when a kid was picking on me and I had had enough. We were on the bleachers in the gym,and when I turned and told him that I had enough, I gave him a little shove and knocked him off the bleachers. Luckily he wasn't hurt, except for his pride (all of his friends laughed at him). I didn't get in trouble for this, but it did help to change how I felt about myself. Thank you for the opportunity to read this poem. I look forward to reading more of your work.
Silverhawk
Silverhawk
16th Oct 2016 8:37pm
its often just a part of growing up, not fitting in or being picked on. But after a period of time you grow up as well and you learn to love and accept yourself and thats what really matters. Im just thankful for surviving those times because today a lot of kids don't make it and its tragic. thanks for the love and the read HAWK...
