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Look for the Pink
It's when we're
driving along
and it's the break of morning
when the sun hasn't been awake for long enough
to have warmed your still asleep body.
Or it's when we're
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At the end of the day at the end of the year
It's the beginning of the day
breathe out heavier
walking into school
trying to make a white cloud in the air.
It's the middle of the day
stick my fingers into my pockets
Loves
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oh, my momma
momma,
you know,
i was so pretty today.
i woke up on time
you didn’t say anything
before you left
but,
my glasses were clean
my nails were painted,
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When I write
When I write,
It's not so he can read it.
It's not for my friends to read
It's not for my teachers
My acquaintances
My enemies.
I don't want
People to see me.
I don't want
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I Wrote A Poem About You
I wrote a poem about you.
One you probably won’t read.
Because I don’t have the courage
And it defeats its purpose anyway
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It Gets Better
Sometimes
I wake up
And I just can’t
I can’t get up
I can’t go to school
I can’t go get my meds
Why?
Because sometimes
It’s too much
Accepting this world
Is just too much
And I just can’t
Make myself
