So, basically, this poem is one we had to make at school, with a few tweaks, and I realize it's crappy, but it's even worse at school because they made us come up with a load of weird senses thingys, but anyways...oh, and please watch the video/listen to the music while you scroll though!
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I am a realistic, savvy eighth grader I wonder why the world is so cruel I see everything through hazel eyes that perceive a lot more than they'd like to think I touch the door in nostalgia as I go I hear the voices in my head every day I taste the color of the air around me I smell the lies surrounding me as I walk down a simple hallway I pretend I'm quintessential I feel the same way I did an hour ago, stop asking I cry only in my dreams, I say, but then go and cry into my pillow I wish that I could fly I hope unicorns are real, for the little girls' sake I dream of a pair of blue eyes, a set of brown ones, a couple of hazel ones, and many more that seek my face out in a crowd I want to be different, yet hate to be it I am me, I think, but there's so many different things about me, I still don't know who I am truly.
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And, before I forget, the picture above is basically me in a color. You add all the colors to get brown, it's a soft kind of color, with many shades and "interests", it can be enigmatic, level headed, or soft, and some people like it and some people don't. (It's also from my new book, Life In Aesthetics, you should go read it.) And the picture below me is actually me, or what I allowed in the picture. I am as short as I look in that picture, but (!) I HAVE grown! A lot! Sorta...Oh, yeah, and before I forget again, the taller one in the picture is Amarah!! (AmarahDelano, go follow her, she's awesomesauce!)
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