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| Why I Wear Black by Artemis Hunter A pair of judgmental eyes, “You're weird.” I look down at my jean-capris, She's wearing a revealing pair of baby-blue shorts, A V-neck shirt, mine is a plain, baggy Tee. I walk away puzzled, what's her problem? In class, I finish my work and start drawing a dragon in my sketchbook, It's coming out really good. But then I heard them whispering: “Weirdo.” “All she draws is dragons.” “Maybe she's a witch.” My pencil freezes and I stare at them. “I'm not a witch,” I say. They fake shudders and giggle. I stopped talking after that, it only made things worse. Then I heard that medium and darker colors attracted less attention. So I wore grays and dark blues. My tormentors didn't quit. So I tried the dreaded thing known as conformity. I wore the tighter shirt and the skanky blue pants. It was uncomfortable and I felt like a slut. But worst of all, I felt like some one else. So I never did it again. But when I looked in the mirror again wearing a gray shirt, I gasped. “I look so character-less! So dull! So... vulnerable.” And out of the corner of my eye, I spied the catalyst, a black shirt. I put it on and looked in the mirror. I looked... right. I looked unobtrusive, yet threatening at the same time. So I didn't give up my dragons. The populars and preps griped, I started wearing a Celtic-knot necklace, People without a life bothered and pissed, I got a black-leather jacket, They started petty bantering, I widened my vocabulary, they talked, I sent them whimpering under rocks, I made new friends, a lot of them like me. That's why I changed, That's why I wear black, Because it has made my life smoother, It has made me invincible, It has made me ME. |
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