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I don't like baseball
I'd rather pick flowers
Yet you give me a pink bat,
but I'm unlike any other
I'd rather pick flowers
Yet you give me a pink bat,
but I'm unlike any other
Maybe you don't get it
Maybe you don't get me
I'm strange and new,
something unusual
I'm unsmiling with you
I wonder why you try,
why you try to understand me
It's too late for that
The stars have befriended me.
The moon is my sun
Only they understand,
which why I look up
Isn't it obvious?
I won't bend to your will
I am me, not some plaything
I will live how I want
But will you ever understand?
rt poem for my school created in 7th grade. I presented this poem at Grandparents' and Special Friends' Day.
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