Extreme Makeover, Identity Edition
My past is left behind.
My head held high,
I move forward,
not a care in the world.
A smile,
planted firmly on my face.
White teeth, making their appearance,
in what seems like forever.
A makeover,
is all I ever needed.
From nothing,
to being noticed.
This skater apparel,
I never knew I had.
Never knew that I,
could pull it off.
The roughened green skateboard,
a skill I found easily.
The chicks, they dig it
along with the crowd.
Before today,
I never listened to the music,
to what it implied:
to be nothing but yourself.
School on the horizon,
the start of a new term,
and a sign of readiness.
C'mon, let's make a difference.
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