she, a ten or twelve
dusky skin and braided hairs
I will let her go, since nobody here
cried for help, but nobody there
crowded rooms and her single chair
corner places, all familiar
friendships she tried
all ended in decent lies
tried to get all glossy
scars on her front screen bossy
genetics failed, can't be pale
beauty of four words
just to be F-A-I-R
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WRITER'S NOTE: I have some news to share (it's not that big, but here it is): I have reached a total of 200 reads since my previous 30 days on vocal! A big THANKS to everyone who reads my writings and leaves their wonderful words of appreciation. I am still learning to write, and I promise to get better with time.
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Missclicked
Hey fella! welcome to my blog or you could say a little window into my thoughts. Here I will be writing about various topics like, life experiences, short fictions, poems and sometimes a little insights to my life. I hope we all get along!
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great poem
Congratulations on your 200 read in 30 days 👌🥳
Wooohooooo congratulations on 200 reads! Loved your poem!