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i never wanted
to be the new girl.
never asked
for my parents to separate.
but most of all,
i never wished for my mother's death.
and yet,
here i stand
in a new school
in a strange town
i guess,
you never know
what you want
before you can't have it.
"please give our
new student ebony
a warm welcome",
the teacher says to the class.
ebony smiles at the students
while they clap politely,
ignoring those who
are already making
fun of her quietly.
as soon as
the teacher is gone
two boys ebony thinks
are called steven and ivon
approach her, smiling wickidly.
"well well, ebony.
dark name, dark eyes
and dark hair?
i guess it is fair
to assume your heart
is dark too",
steven smirks.
"no, but my soul is",
i retort, my voice sweet as sugar
and with a smile so wide
that it hides the pain i feel inside.
for my heart truly isn't black,
at least not yet.
but my soul does get
darker by the minute.
and it already is
the darkest shade of grey.
i wonder if
one day in the future
i might get lost
in the darkness
and fall of a cliff.
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