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14 Years Old
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There's a piece of lint on my shirt.
My mother wants me to pick it off,
My father wants me to leave him alone,
My brother wants to take a photo of it,
My dog wants there to be more,
My neighbor wants me to go home,
My shirt wants to be crumbled,
My bed wants to swallow it,
My mind wants it to be gone,
My hands want to stay put,
My eyes want to water,
My body wants to rest.
It's a piece of lint.
A fuzz.
A speck of dust.
It's everything to me.
So I just change my shirt for the 6th time today.
But this one isn't the right color.
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Teenage Hooligan: An Original Poetry Chapbook
PoetryJoin me and my original poetry. Updates as more poems are written. Just an 18-year-old girl trying to find her way in the world. Follow her journey through multiple poems, and relate to the tell-tale imagery and real-life situations. Take a step in...
