Literature
Who Am I? The Poem
Thinking back on when I was a child,
Makes my skin run cool and wild.
An innocent little face,
Not knowing exactly her right place.
With Pig-tails tied tightly to her blonde hair,
With clothing that seems cool and fair.
With nothing to hold her back allowing her to fly,
It makes me wonder who am I?
At the age of twelve I was a rebel,
With different thoughts that didn't seem to level.
Wearing clothing that resembles the next Brittany Spears,
Which seemed to attract constant sneers.
Glittering eye shadow and red ruby lips,
With hair that only seem to do amazing flips.
I was constantly agreeing with everyone's comply,
As I paced t