I’d ignore all the jeers about spots and braces,
Not getting served in pubs and places.
I’d ignore the boys and their silly games,
The endless nasty, cruel names.
I’d ignore getting bullied about the colour of my hair
Or what clothes I had to wear.
I’d ignore being taunted as the swot,
Just caring about what grades I got.
I’d be true to me,
Be who I wanted to be.
Not let living in a small town
drag me down.
What’s normal anyway?
Didn’t realise half the kids in class were gay.
That the teachers liked a smoke,
Pepped themselves up with an occasional line of coke.
That the bike shed ‘bikes’
Only did what they did behind there to be liked.
That the bullies were just as scared and lonely as me.
It’s just when you’re older it’s clearer to see.
And what’s ordinary anyway?
Give me me, any day.
Your posts are getting deeper and deeper and I love it π
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I know! Not sure what’s going on at the moment. I’ll get back to some fluff and nonsense soon…;)
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I hope your friend is doing fine and there is a thing less to bother you? π
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You are such a lovely considerate man. Yes. She’s getting there. Thanks for asking, remembering and caring. You are one of life’s true gents Prateek.
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I am really humbled by your words, Beth. Though I have to admit that I love to hear them π
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You charmer!! π
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May the charmer have your e-mail id, please? Have something to share with you π
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Hey, I don’t really feel comfortable putting my email address out on my blog, but I’m on twitter, so if you want to PM me on there, then that’s cool…
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