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To My Haters People look at me and laugh, They walk around like clowns wishing they Had what it takes to walk my way , What a shame to still someone else name , They go around and say bad things and Get others to believe something that isn't true About me how crazy but I will never let you Bring me down don't you see you could never Be me God made me the way I look and that Will never change my DNA , They make fun of my every move, But then I must say look in the mirror and what Do you see is darkness in your life , Not to pretty is it ? What I want to know is what is it about me that people hate, Could it be the fact that I have nothing to prove, People are just ignorant for no apparent reason, I love me that is just the way it is , They talk about me every season for whatever reason , If they see a hot man look my way thing can get nasty That will tell him bad things about me for him to look Some were else as long as it was not at me , What for, I don't know, this war has been going on to long , I don't really care, and my attitude shows it, People are going to talk if I like it are not , But, that's okay because I know how to walk, And how to be myself , They are wasting their time talking about me, I'm using my time to walk away so free in summers breeze On easy with my happiness I am me , I don't have time to play little childish games, My life is so real I don't need to play the loser games , At least I can I say I'm happy in my skin God gave me , But I want to say thank you for taking your time out for me Because it means I'm doing something right I'm always on Your hateful minds , I feel life is going just fine :) I really don't like to fight I love me you must see :) People are only looking at me because they wish they was me , They spend hours looking on the outside of me, Wow they would hate me, even more if they see my big heart Of what makes me , The part of me they should talk about is what's in the inside , How God loves me and gives me peace even in the life I live Of hat and shame of child play , They also look at the downfalls of themselves , I know that must really hurt but don't give me your dirt , Sometimes, I just have to tell them, There's no shame in my game , I have a lot of love for myself and I don't want to take time out To put your nasty ways in my heart , So, people can take their opinions about me and stack them on a shelf, And take the book down and write down what you have learn , For those who look at me and make fun of me, I know I'm all in the game of being me , I just have to ask you something, Are you really looking at me are your nasty self , For those who are laughing at me, I bet you cry in your sleep wishing you was never that mean , I want to tell ask you something, Is it really me you're laughing at, This is a poem for my 'Haters' to think about not me but at themselves Love to all my haters. :) Poetic Judy Emery © 1980 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC
TO MY HATERS
To My Haters People look at me and laugh, They walk around like clowns wishing they Had what it takes to walk my way , What a shame to still someone else name , They go around and say bad things and Get others to believe something that isn't true About me how crazy but I will never let you Bring me down don't you see you could never Be me God made me the way I look and that Will never change my DNA , They make fun of my every move, But then I must say look in the mirror and what Do you see is darkness in your life , Not to pretty is it ? What I want to know is what is it about me that people hate, Could it be the fact that I have nothing to prove, People are just ignorant for no apparent reason, I love me that is just the way it is , They talk about me every season for whatever reason , If they see a hot man look my way thing can get nasty That will tell him bad things about me for him to look Some were else as long as it was not at me , What for, I don't know, this war has been going on to long , I don't really care, and my attitude shows it, People are going to talk if I like it are not , But, that's okay because I know how to walk, And how to be myself , They are wasting their time talking about me, I'm using my time to walk away so free in summers breeze On easy with my happiness I am me , I don't have time to play little childish games, My life is so real I don't need to play the loser games , At least I can I say I'm happy in my skin God gave me , But I want to say thank you for taking your time out for me Because it means I'm doing something right I'm always on Your hateful minds , I feel life is going just fine :) I really don't like to fight I love me you must see :) People are only looking at me because they wish they was me , They spend hours looking on the outside of me, Wow they would hate me, even more if they see my big heart Of what makes me , The part of me they should talk about is what's in the inside , How God loves me and gives me peace even in the life I live Of hat and shame of child play , They also look at the downfalls of themselves , I know that must really hurt but don't give me your dirt , Sometimes, I just have to tell them, There's no shame in my game , I have a lot of love for myself and I don't want to take time out To put your nasty ways in my heart , So, people can take their opinions about me and stack them on a shelf, And take the book down and write down what you have learn , For those who look at me and make fun of me, I know I'm all in the game of being me , I just have to ask you something, Are you really looking at me are your nasty self , For those who are laughing at me, I bet you cry in your sleep wishing you was never that mean , I want to tell ask you something, Is it really me you're laughing at, This is a poem for my 'Haters' to think about not me but at themselves Love to all my haters. :) Poetic Judy Emery © 1980 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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Nov 13, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC
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