#beingyourself
Let me school you about a girl I know very well
She’s one of the realest
Grew up in the Peach state
She was called a nerd because her nose stayed in a book
She was labeled as white because she talks “proper”
And she listens to other music other than rap
Queen, Def Leppard, and Journey
They called her weird because she stayed to herself
They just couldn’t understand her
Look here,
She’s set to the side
This girl is one puzzle piece who doesn’t fit in
Neither does she try to
She ain’t gotta talk to everyone
Not everybody deserves her time
She reads and writes because her voice needs to be heard
She listens to what she wants to because she can
They cast her out as a missfitt
But she don’t mind
She ain’t got no shame
Her favorite rapper told her the realest people won’t have lots of friends
He told her to keep her head up
That the only one who could judge her was the man up above
He told her it’s her against the world
See, the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
The more she’s herself
The more she’ll be in touch with her roots
The girl has values and morals
She won’t dare settle just for bragging rights
Being a missfitt makes her unique
Being a missfitt makes her ****
Being herself is freeing
Dark skin, stretch marks, plus knowledge beyond her years
I adore this girl
Being myself the “nerd”
See, this is for the ones who ain’t afraid
To show off their natural physique
The ones with piercings and armbands and glasses and tattoos all over
For the ones who are fearlessly themselves
A missfitt is not a ******
Rather a person who is fearlessly themselves
And nothing or no one else but that
11-26-2018
-Mia J
© 2018 Mia J
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 4:14 PM UTC
At night, stars are trying to being perfect by twinkling.
Moon just keeping his stunning look.
But she who always being herself born with dark circles and having thin spectacles is still writing poetry by using her untidy heart...
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
If somebody asks why you said it that way
It's because that's who you are
That's the show they don't even have to pay to see
It's free and they should thank you instead
Because they heard the truth for once
If somebody thinks you're weird
You should thank them for saying that
It means they've never met anyone like you
You are a different world and they don't understand
Because they heard a language only you can speak
If somebody thinks you're too intense
It's because they're not ready for you
If it's meant to be they'll catch up someday
There is no point in waiting for them
If they want it bad enough they'll make it happen
If someone wonders how you do it
It's because you're not afraid to speak of it
The depths of your fears and rejection
You no longer worry who knows that you are human
Because crying out loud is from the truth you know
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
This has been me
Didn't you notice?
I am not changed
I am simply the same
This has been me
I've always liked black
Wear loose tees
And act like a wack
This has been me
I'm still emo and weird
Nerdy at times
But loves to laugh hard
Yes, this has been me
That awkward person you knew
I haven't changed
Just so you know
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
Being yourself,is who you are,
You are the person you are now,
Not being yourself but always yourself,
I look inside me like if being told who you are.
The Me,Myself and I is you but yourself,
When you destroyed the soul of yourself,
It is no longer you anymore,
If you praise for help for yourself,
Then you will be yourself to whoever.
Who is yourself?
Yourself is my,myself and I,
Let yourself be there for you.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
She was raised to win, to bear the crown
Raised to ignore the weight wearing her down,
because happy girls, yeah, they don't cry
She lived to please others
She lived to aim other's expectations, and knew she could never be, who she truly is
Taught that success is the key to everything, and that success is only measured in a fancy career, money or power.
But happy girls, yeah, they don't cry.
And they all say that she'll go far
"She has her life all figured out", they say with admiration
Because supergirls, yeah, they just smile
Little do they know,
that when she gets home
She'll write down her real dreams and thoughts,
just to throw in a draw
because supergirls, yeah, they just smile
So tell me,
don't you know, that it's our fatal flaw,
to honestly believe,
that people aren't real human beings?
With dreams and aspirations that aren't considered "smart"
With emtions and tears they can't express without being considered weak
I guess we'll never realize
Because happy girls don't cry,
and supergirls just smile
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
It is within the province of the personality where freedom finds its voice; but never assume that the freedom exhibited by someone else precludes their capacity for kindness and a gentle spirit; for what is foreign to you does not marginalize their humanity.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
It seems all great poems are about love.
For me, that's not the case.
It seems, as I read, we revolve around love,
Around this passion, fury, lifelong ache.
It seems that everyone knows what love is,
If they don't, they know what love should be.
It seems everyone desires to experience love,
They think that love will set them free.
That's not the case for me.
These words of longing, of beauty and desire,
Words that paint stars onto the sky,
Are words I cherish, admire and adore,
But not ones I try to exemplify.
I have never been in love.
Maybe one day, I will be.
Maybe one day, I will understand those words.
Perhaps, one day, I will read them and agree.
Today, I'll just try to be me.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
Her touch doesn't mean she loves me
My touch doesn’t mean I don’t
I don’t know if I’ll ever say I’ll stay to the end
Because I don’t know now what I knew then
I’m ready to walk on down the hill
I’m tired of climbing mountains
I don’t want to try that hard anymore
I can get the feeling walking in penny fountains
I don’t know if you think about waking up like I do
I want you to turn to me with the same thoughts in mind
Sometimes I think you do but it’s complicated being true
I don’t think enough about why I’m losing you
I’m ready to drive my car just up the road
I’m tired of flying around when life is all around me
I know how poor they are all the way over there
But there are people suffering the same right here
I don’t want someone to find my empty broken plane
The island grows all around except what you hang on to
Somebody wonders what you were thinking back then
You want to tell them you really tried to stay to the end
I’m ready to talk if you are
I decided you’d either like me or you won’t
I know how to be nice but I can’t worry about who I am
You’re so beautiful but time will tell if I’m your kind of man
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC