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Don't Define Me
People believe they know who I am they take one look at me and say: "Typical Blonde" They hear my name and assume I am common as well Just because my name is plain doesn't mean I am the same Just because my hair is blonde doesn't mean my world revolves around the fall fashion Under these blonde locks are ideas on Shakespearean sexuality and theological thoughts Behind this name is a person who dreams of meeting Angelou and fears failure Neither my name nor my hair define the person I am. Take the time and see the person that is me.
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