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I was a dull teenager

I was a dull teenager.
A square peg out-of-place.
I didn’t rebel; I obeyed.
I studied; I read.

Party goers avoided me.
They thought me dull.
I was the wallflower.
One who had ‘pity’ dances.

The pretty girls whispering.
They stop when I join in.
I was not cool as them.
Within a minute I was alone.

I understood the stigma.
Being smart isn’t the issue.
Not being beautiful was.
And a plank didn’t help.

Don’t get me wrong.
I had fun times too.
My version of fun,
others called it dull.

I was a dull teenager. Why?
Because my nose was in a book.
I read, I wrote, I studied.
I wore spectacles, I was a nerd.

At sixteen I was still waiting.
Not having being kissed, what?
Was there anything worse?
Yes, not having a boyfriend.

Being a Catholic had drawbacks.
A parents’ trust kept unbroken.
I am no angel, nor a saint.
My conscience pricked, I said no.

Others smoking, others drinking.
A dance party in dim-lights.
Having morals made me dull.
A dull teenager, standing alone – always.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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