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Sunset Views3 weeks ago in Other
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KABAM!5 months ago in Spontaneous Portraits
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Miscellaneous5 months ago in Other
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Don't You DareDon't you dare judge meDon't You Dare6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a human being
Not a 'ragamuffin' with no sense of style
I choose based on comfort, not colors
And I act how I want
I dress badly for the school pictures because
They always try to
Make me look pretty
You're taking a picture of
Me,
Not some sweet little girl in the eighth grade
Don't you dare touch me
My arms are tender
And my face is bruised
I fall down a lot
Don't touch my hair when I mention
I hate when people do that
I'm a girl
Not a Barbie doll
Even if I look like one
In fact, don't even look at me
I don't mind someone
Who pays attention to detail
And points out mistakes
But on you, I ha
The apple soul thing person thing?6 months ago in Fantasy
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Tu me manques2 months ago in Emotive Portraits
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If Only5 months ago in Dolls and Figures
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Along the Shores6 months ago in Self-Portraits
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Black and White2 months ago in Transportation
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Insomniac with Wi-Fi6 days ago in Human
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All things6 months ago in Expressive
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One Day2 months ago in Other
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Grace4 months ago in Spontaneous Portraits
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Beauty5 months ago in Glamour Portraits
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Landfill2 weeks ago in Expressive
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Story in shortI am a daughterStory in short3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To a father who is a pedophile and a mother who didn't protect me
I am a sister
To six siblings, five sisters and one brother
I am a mother
To my little boy, who is my reason to keep on living
I come from physical abuse
Years by the hands of a step father who hated me, and a mother who just watched from the distance
I come from mental and emotional abuse
Loved one second, hated another, and told over and over again how bad, worthless, and unneeded I am
I come from sexual abuse
Scary nights learning things I shouldn't of learned so young , no one believing me till the FBI came
I locked away the pain
Art Block6 months ago in Other
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Walking Shoes1 month ago in Other
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From Another World6 months ago in Fantasy
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monsters of my mind2 years ago in Scraps
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The Bus Stop DialoguesI.The Bus Stop Dialogues4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A young man at the bus stop
turns to me and softly asks
"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"
He taps the faded leather
of his suedo-skin
and his eyes smile in a gentle lilt
before his mouth does.
I tell him that I like
to feel the earth breathe.
That textures keep my mind alive
and ticking like a clock.
I tell him that I'm trying to grow roots
so my pale limbs can twist into a tree
(the way L and I talked about it in therapy).
I tell him that my soul is lonely
and the ground is the only thing that's always there.
I tell him that bare skin is sensitive
and stroking it with every (twelfth) step
is a soothing form of self-care
Don't Jump6 years ago in Conceptual
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