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I don't want to go out dancing
I don't want to "hang" with boys
I don't want to wear a push up bra
(Not that there's much to push)
nor make out in some grubby car.

I don't want to cake on make up
I don't want to weave my hair
I don't want to wear stilettos
Or a skirt cut up to where??

I just want to write my poems
play my games and read my books,
have some decent conversation
not based around a popstars looks
(Or the *** he's *******)

I know I'm odd but please don't judge me
I'm a girl, just not the same
call me names and laugh behind me
call me ******, call me lame.

Maybe someday you will see me,
well payed job and handsome man
and wonder how I got that lucky
just by being who I am.

Yet for now you only see me
as a nerd, a geek, a jest,
Take your hot pink lip gloss, sweetie
and push that pram like all the rest.
Peach burns in the western sky
as darkness plunders the hills,
leafless trees stand
like a row of dead soldiers
along Galley Road,
a quiet testament
to a different time,
an era of content,
now gone.
(                  

             )

^^^^          ^^^^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Free light

The way is known

She sits on the path by the side of the road

///

The minstrel songs !

The mystic mysteries

When they try to **** you you'll know you are there

/::/

Free light

When you know they can't touch you you are Home

//://

We

We are

We are what we are

And we are

That which is ----always
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