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If Someone Called Me Beautiful
If anyone ever called me beautiful, I don't know what I'd do..
I'm used to being pretty but not that pretty.
Plain but not ugly.
I've never been called beautiful.
Beautiful is for people who match some standard.
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A Laugh and a Smile
The sky smiles when you laugh and so do I.
Even though we barely know each other, I feel as though I've known you for a million years.
Your laugh.
Your smile.
Everything I've seen and all that I haven't.
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Sleeping Beauty’s Dreams
People say Sleeping Beauty dreamed of her prince in the hundred years she slept.
But that’s not true, not in the least.
She dreamt of a world where she needed no prince to wake her, where she could wake herself.
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Just Me
You ask who I am.
Honestly, I wonder that too.
Sometimes I'm one thing, other times another.
Sometimes I feel like I'm just shattered glass piecing itself back together.
And then breaking again.
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My Friend, The Songbird
Singing, Singing, Singing.
Your voice fills my ears.
Smiling, Smiling, Smiling,
Your happiness fills my heart.
Laughing, Laughing, Laughing,
Your friendship fills my mind.
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The New Pledge of Allegiance
I do not pledge allegiance to the Disunited States of America.
And to the republic for which it stood, under atoms,
With liberty and justice for WHITE STRAIGHT CIS MEN.
Loves
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Just Your Child
To be your child.
What would it mean to be your child?
Would you still be proud?
And when they refuse to treat me right,
Would you stand up and be loud?
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Letter to Tony Bourdain
Dear Anthony Bourdain
somewhere between the time you died and the time you lived
i found a part of myself in the words you spoke
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Stars
A girl stood alone
on the edge of the world,
scared to fall,
but somehow she could not leave
Her heart pounding,
Her chest screaming,
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Every Day
Every Day I sit
In a spine-crushing chair.
And I’m not sure how I take it,
The nicotine in the air
Do the others even care?
I’m shaking in my chair.
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Brown Eyes
I felt the coldness of eyes on me. Looking up, I see a boy with chocolate eyes, staring into my soul. My heart skips a beat, but it’s not a good feeling like in the books, no.
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Plastic Yard
Green plastic on the ground
Green plastic on the leaves
Green plastic all around
Green plastic in the air
Where is the grass?