We had to write a poem about our hero in english class and this was mine.
Voice so loud, girls listening all around
Behind the scenes they talk
Ripping everything, even the way he walks.
You claim he is gay (Like it is wrong)
But his music continues to play
The scraps of paper in his tiny pocket
Become the songs that get me through the day
During the last years the hair was changed
The clothes w…
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