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Tallulah had a mind of her own
Never let anyone inside to see
Seems her head was in the clouds
She was peculiar, as one could be

Hands to ears, so she didn’t hear
All the snickering, as she went by
Silently, she was quite panicky
Though, she didn’t know why

People found her so different
She was sure she was like the rest
Maybe it’s how she wore her hair
Maybe it’s the way she dressed

Nevertheless, she promised herself
To never speak, she wouldn’t dare
The town folk continued to berate
Poor thing, was treated so unfair

Til one day Tallulah had decided
It was time to stand up for what’s right
She stood in the middle of the mall
Making sure she was in everyone’s sight

Shouting at the top of her lungs
Announcing for all who could hear
“If I am peculiar, then so are you!
Just go home and look in a mirror!”


March Writing Prompts – Panicky and peculiar – Day 3/31

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