Marching To A Different Drummer


Why when I walk down the halls of the school
do I only see clones of different sizes and shapes?
All with long blonde or brown hair,
Parted to the side.
All with jeans so tight,
It gives them extra thighs.
All with shirts so tight,
I feel they need oxygen.
All marching to the beat of each other's drum,
Why not find their own?
I have long ago found my own,
Completely off beat and a mess,
I'm completely happy and put together with this drummer.
He keeps me going,
when I feel the droids are taking over.
He keeps me upbeat,
when I have nothing else left.
I
Am marching to a different drummer.



Poetry by Valerie
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Written on 2007-01-06 at 21:19

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Shawnna
Gah! This is so true. I can think of people right now who are like that. But, you know, the sad thing is...I think I'm still half marching to their drum and trying to find my beat at the same time...ha. I love that you are unique! That is what makes you such a cool friend. Woot woot Val. =)
2007-01-09


Phyllis J. Rhodes
You do well, very well with your drummer. Others should march with you. And you do well, very well with your poetry. You amaze me. Mammy
2007-01-07


Kathy Lockhart
March on Sweet Valerie. I love the sound of you. Your rhythm is your own and it is refreshing! I have my own beat too. Sort of a flat tire sound. lol Aunt Kacky
2007-01-06