Others have called me strange
My family calls me weird
That won't make me change
I like my quirks,
My cracks,
And my flaws.
They show in my writings,
My paints and my draws
They make my works beutiful,
Lovely,
And neat.
Some have even said I'm some kind of freak.
So I'm a little different,
There’s nothing wrong with that
I especially like rhyming
Like ‘The Cat in the Hat’.
Though the doctor can rhyme better than me
He can’t beat my exclusiveness,
My rare-ness,
What I be
Despite their calls,
Their jokes,
And their names
What I’m not
And what I be
Is Me!
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