I wrote this poem in response to the cliques I saw in my high school.
There is a barrier
That can not be crossed.
And it seperates
Your world from mine.
My world is harsh
While your world is kind.
In my world,
I don't have much,
But I work hard for all I have.
In your world
You work for nothing,
Yet have it all.
In your world you are popular.
In my world popularity does not exist.
In your world you have power.
In my world I need no power.
In your world,
You look down on people in my world.
In your world,
You think you are admired,
By people in my world.
You are wrong!
In my world,
We look down on you.
We hope not for your admiration.
So see,
We want the barrier
As bad as you.
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Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on January 4, 2006
Personal power defeats the crap.
Insightful work...and well done.
Cliques are merely a bully's fanclub. I was the outsider by choice, and to this day am glad I was.
Interesting piece of writing. Thanks for sharing it!
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Wow, that sure hit some folks where they live. I've always found cliques to be the most boorish groups around. Amazingly enough at my 20th high school reunion, I found out that after two decades that very little had changed...just more wrinkles, but the same stuck up people were still clinging to each other like fungus while the rest of us socialized elsewhere. Ha ha! This is a very thought provoking piece. Great job. Michelle
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Insightful work...and well done.
Interesting piece of writing. Thanks for sharing it!
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Lisa