Nothing fits me, and it’s not about my clothes.
Nothing fits me, and no one even knows.
I am different, though it’s not about my hair.
I am different, and I want someone to care.
I feel lonely that nobody can see
that I’m lonely because I am me.
I can’t just change into something that will fit,
I am different and that’s all there is to it.
I hope that one day you will see,
just how sad being different can be,
I wonder, will there ever be
a place for me.
Thank you Mickey for sending me your poem!
Homework:
Reflect on the poem
What is it that doesn't fit the author?
Using an experience of your own, explain how does being different can make you feel lonely.
How do you think you can overcome the feelings of loneliness and sadness? Who would need to change?
Find and discuss links between the struggle of many Aboriginal people with their identity and feeling different.
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