Fed Up
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Last published Sun, Feb 4, 2018
I'm so tired of society's constant judgment. As said, our history shaped who we are, which means that our ancestors' mistakes follow us. I'm tired of society labeling us because of our ancestors' faults; I wish to be judged for who I am, not who my family was. This is what happens when a young girl is Fed Up with society's judgment, fake friends, and two-faced hypocrites; she forms literature with it. "If I have this ability to form my thoughts into moving pieces of literature, I'd like to use this gift to move someone and make them think. Poetry is my way of getting out the words I never could get out with my mouth due to fear. But I'm not afraid anymore. If I can touch someone's heart with my words, I will do so to the best of my abilities."
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