You wrote a poem about me
It wasn’t very good
You said I made you a tortured poet
Then laughed
And it’s all a blur-
Isn’t it
You, me, and your best friend Audrey
A poem about me
More by Inez Folklore
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Reflection
This is a reflection a boy who bullied me when I was younger. Now, I think I might understand what he was going through.
He scarred me.Deep.
into my bones.
It feels like
Grief.
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Maria
Her name was Maria
My mom's friend Maria
La mariposa she says
Soy la mariposa
Because she spread her wings
To the land of kings
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I can see
Cut my nails so I can
ShOvE them
In my ears
And wrapped up in a blanket
No one can sEE me
here
But I can
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