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My poem I did in school (everyone went crazy)

I dip my brush in paint
My talents are a saint
I sketch in grace
After a piece of work,I give it a glance

When I play games,I laugh or rage
I play battle and race
When I loose I scream,when I win I cheer
But being a brony is a problem when some calls me a queer

People wants to get rid of me
My negative side wants me to leave!
That’s when I realize at the end
Only one I know is truly,wisely my friend

After loosing my mother
I always thought she was like no other
She gave birth to a change of grace
Thoughtful as creative its self and beautiful as white lace

I’m only 14,I’m barely starting to see the world
I’m ready to tun out and twirl
And the raindrops to leak
I am Lizbeth and I am unique

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