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My personal reflection on the poem 'Under My Skin' by brandi - to the teachers

Title: My personal reflection on the poem 'Under My Skin' by brandi - to the teachers
Category: Literature / Poetry
Details: Words: 885 | Pages: 3.8 (approximately 235 words/page)


My personal reflection on the poem 'Under My Skin' by brandi - to the teachers

To the teachers, assassins of my creativity- I was never what you wanted, I was not one to conform to the rules and boundaries of the square in which you imprison yourselves. I was no ordinary child, I am what is known as an indigo child, but thanks to your continued oppression of my soul, I find myself as colourless as you. -This is no game, of words that cut again and again - Now all …showed first 75 words of 885 total

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showed last 75 words of 885 total…to see, to witness, to finally acknowledge and admire. My soul cries for its existence. I AM ME! I DO EXIST! See me for the fine spirit that I am. My spirit flows from my veins, deep, coloured, for all you to see. But you cannot judge me anymore, because this is mine, its not yours, and it never will be. --Some call this gouged graffiti cruel, but I have learned these words at school--

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