There was a stereotype,

I was told of,

The moment my fingers hit the keys:



There was a rule,

I learned,

As soon as my first story,

Hit the brain:

Be Quiet


And there was a strong emotion,

That I knew,

The first time I cried,

While writing:



And after I knew these three things,

I felt disappointed,

Because I didn’t fit into any of them.


But you know what,

Somehow I don’t have to.


Because I am a writer,

And we come in all shapes and sizes,

Races and religions,

Styles and smarts.


And there shouldn’t be a stereotype,

When we are all wonderful.

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