There’s more to me than
what meets your critical eyes
There’s more to me than
the picture in your sheltered mind
There’s so much more
than the stereotype you invented
There’s more than that
rumor that’s been cemented.
If only you’d learn to
read between the lines.
Only then can you read
this story that’s so intertwined
Only then will you
understand why I’m this way
Only then will you know
why I don’t want to stay
Only then will you stop
judging me by the things I see
And all the books I
love to read
Only then will you know
me for the life I lead.
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