“You don’t like who you are?
You don’t have to be her anymore”
Her brown eyes
wide
and the sparkle went out
And ships sailed
To and from the port and
Her brown eyes were
red
with tears
Who you are
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A poem about me
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
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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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