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write a poem that's at least 10 lines long. don't plagiarize!

Where do I stand?

Do I stand with the crowd?

do I stand with the "normal" people?

or am I able to stand with any crowd?

I find myself lost,

broken, without a guide,

I am a broken compass,

there, but helping none.  

I know that I must be strong,

this time will pass,

there are others that feel this way,

I just have to find them.  

Cheers!

you say dont plagarize...yet by taking the people who answer this poems your plagerizing...

squash

explanation:

b. brooks wrote about the same type of neighborhood in which she grew up.