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Unbreakable Me/ Jamie Shamah/ Poetry

Unbreakable Me

Jamie Shamah

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Their staring, Watching, Observing. Every step I take Is under their microscope.

I don’t understand Why they can’t let me be Why do they think I’m different? Little do they know That deep down we are all the same, Flesh and blood And nothing more.

My outsides do not define me I know that for a fact But still it pains me When they treat me like an outsider. For I am here, Here to stay, I have never been a foreigner Yet forgein, is all I feel.

If only someone understood What’s it’s like to feel like an alien in your own home For everyone to think That’s there’s something wrong with you, Like your insane

When deep down, only I know, That the beauty of oneself comes from within. And surprisingly to some, You and I, we’re not that different.

So they can break me down, And tear me apart, But little do they know That I am tough And although my face doesn’t show it, I am a warrior. Always a fighter, never a quitter. For I am unbreakable, They're all waiting for me to tear into pieces, For my face to fall off, Or melt into some structure that is even more deformed But they don't know, That although my skin is weak and defenseless, My bones are hard as a rock, I am not going anywhere. For I am unbreakable.

(Point of View of Auggie Pullman- from the book Wonder)

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