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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Transformation She Gave To Me
[time] => 2005-01-08 20:13:39
[hometext] => Another Possible Title: Taming of The Loser.... It tells a story, too... Very free verse...It rhymes a few times, but it's not necessarily SUPPOSED to... Please comment.
[bodytext] => Fear. Anxiety. Embarrassment. Aprehension. These describe the first nine years Of my academic career. "Your nose is too big" "You're a loser" "You're stupid" These were calls That chased me down halls. I walked to my classes. I carried a mountain of books. Wherever I took them, I got disgusted looks. "Hey, freak! Why don't you go back to your locker?" How do you explain to popular people, How you'd rather not fight through Crowds of people who are busy ignoring you. I preferred to spend time alone with the teachers. I was better friends with them Than any of the students. No one told me anything, Nothing worht hearing, anyway. Until... until that one day. On the bus, I sat with the friend Of the girl down the road. I kinda had to, There were no other seats She told me things I had no business knowing. I was confused by this. I was interested, too. I talked to her more, And sat with her when I could. I began to see that this could be the start Of something very, VERY good. I knew that I loved her. I didn't know how she felt about me. I wanted to ask her out, But the way evrything had gone thus far, I didn't think she would go for that. So I wrote her a note. I didn't sign my name. I wanted to avoid the pain of rejection. I slipped it into the top of her locker, When no one was around to see. So she wouldn't have a witness Who could incriminate me. I told her to wait for me After classes were through She was waiting where I asked her to, But there was another person there. I lost my nerve, and just talked to her. I pretended that I didn't know why she was there. I wrote her another note Unsigned again, in the top of her locker. Just like the last time, I lost my nerve. Her friend who lived down the road from me Bet her that I wrote the notes. She didn't believe it. Until I wrote her another note. This time, I had the guts to sign it. I figured she had the right to know. She had to eat a milk carton. Since the, we have fallen deeply in love. I don't care what anyone else thinks, anymore. With the exception of her. She loves me. I love her. "I love you." "Mine." These words keep me going. Just knowing that she's there. Ambition. Love. Contentedness. These describe my life now. And she wonders why I think she's magic. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 38 [informant] => sir_odd87 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )
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