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prized possession
My parents thought I was nothing
More than an inconvenience in their world.
In this place I thought I'd be much more than that,
But they all push me away as well.
They say someone like me can't
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yellow
Yellow reminds me of summer,
The sun scorching into my skin.
It's always been my second favorite color,
And how happy it made me feel.
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What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
A question I've asked many a time.
But now I ask it for a different reason
Because I never wanted to, but I'm thinking 'bout your eyes.
What's so wrong with that?
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The Turn of Leaves
The leaves fall down like routine,
Their colors crisp and brown.
I want to freeze this moment
When November comes around.
Loves
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On a scale
I look in the mirror
Like any girl my age
But I'm repulsed in horror
At what is on stage
I look at those numbers
Wait for them to go down again
114, 113, 112
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Why I write
I write to relate,
and to speak my truth.
I write to prove I know pain,
and to see that others do too.
I write to be heard.
When the world becomes a deaf frustration,
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For Every Time
Every time a women makes 87 cents
A man makes a dollar
For every time a woman gets spoken down on
A man is the speaker
For every time a woman gets called weak
A man is weaker
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Stuffies
They're always there when I need them,
they never run away.
They're always here when troubles stem
to hear what I have to say.
They don't judge
or hold a grudge.
