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This is the way, in the USA
I'm American born and raised
not enough pay
I'm an American women through and through
women don’t get to choose
I live in Vermont
why does he always get what he wants
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Can't Photograph the Inside That Counts
I've been trying to work on myself
On my mind
On my heart
On my interior
But no one sees that
You can't photograph how pure a heart is
Or how smart a mind is
How good of a person you are
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I Want To Cry
I want to cry
I want to let it out
Each tear
A reminder of my failures
Each tear
Filled with my fears
Each tear
A bottle of sadness
Maybe anger
I want to cry
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Scared to Fall in Love
What happens if I fall in love
And no one's there to catch me
What if I give them the world
And they ask for the universe
What do I do if falling in love
Is like free-falling but not knowing where
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Can't Change Me
She upsets me
Her face
The way she laughs
The way she talks
She's like the piece of hair
That is never in the right place
Why does she even wear that
Why does she look like that
Looking at her
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I’m The Worst, I’m Your Sister
“You’re a jerk”
“You’re the worst sister in the world”
“I hope I never see your face”
“Stop moming me”
Every time I reply with
I love you too
I’m a jerkI do your chores
How could I
Loves
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Is That What You're Wearing?
“Is that what you’re wearing”
She says
Not as a question
But a judgment
A cold declaration
That I’m doing something wrong
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Four-Letter Words
I've never been a fan of Four-Letter Words,
never seen the need for profanity,
and thought swears showed a lack of self control,
Now, I haven't changed my mind
but four-letter words are more than curses,
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Woah
Woah.
I've been busy.
I haven't posted for 5 months.
I haven't opened the site for 5 months.
I have a good reason.
I promise.
I shipped myself to a New England boarding school?
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A brief, incomplete overview of being a girl
- Being a girl is being afraid to like the color pink, because you don’t want people to think you’re a girly-girl. You're not.
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When I looked at my sister
Today I saw my sister
the way she used to be—
not because she changed,
but because I remembered.
She was just there,
messy with noodles,
doing nothing special at all.
And somehow
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second snow
I am chanting verse 9 of my first aliyah,
a bowl of blackberries and apple cinnamon Cheerios beside me,
fingers twirling the spoon, when -
out the window, there is snow.