Aroha's Unique Way
Unique
In a world where I live, perfection is all it is
Beautiful white smiles, no hair looking wild
All boys slick hair and games
All girls dressing the same
Everyone being perfect and pleasant
but no one is
being who they are and different
but
I stand up and try to be different
put uniqueness in peoples
hearts
but just one look
the protest starts
A world against one
I close my eyes and give up
that one heart is now done
she becomes the same just like all
a perfect world with no one appalled
walking home her smile dropped, her heart broken down and popped
she rips the bows off her hair, wipes off the make up with her tears
looking at the mirror she sees the girl she once was
her heart had that little warm fuzz
the next morning
she wore what she wants she didn't dress the same
like a type of font
Once again its a world against one
she looks at all and says
you don't have to be perfect and the same
the world looks at me with so much shame
but Aroha knows
she doesn't need a tweak she's perfect the way she is and
she is
UNIQUE
By Giselle
(a poem in response to Aroha's Way and our work with
Te Rito Toi)
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