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i. he carved his name into my bones with claws under which my flesh festered. no matter how long i leave my bones to rot,
Do you remember me?
harass an innocent child giggles, shy smiles awhile hidden in forbidden chest of fanatical unrest.   harassed teen sowing seeds
Your fingers touched my skin delicately And then your hands felt like sandpaper against me You had this aura, it was bright, hot and redAnd I mistook it as warmth from a fireplace on a chilly winter night 
When I was 10, While brushing my teeth I noticed my gums bleeding- And my mother told me That it was just bad blood leaving the body. That I’m doing such a good job, At respecting myself.
Growing up as a young girl with yellow-toned skin, It was hard for me to find role models I could relate to. Luckily for me, I stumbled upon Bruce Lee.
Hard working father, scraping by, stares at the photo he keeps in his box Soon as it hits 5, he’s off the clock
Little Red made this trip as early as twelve. Her baggy hood wasn't enough to cover up from the wolves The feeling of shame, arising, the first time they noticed that Little Red wasn't looking too Little... anymore.
Still and silent I float in the deep blue, the ocean is my master and I its slave.   Heels, check. Face, check. Glasses – better leave those here – check.
There are minimal downsides to being a Poet, But one of the few is that it's difficult to simultaneously be One As well as the girl you want me to be.   It's difficult becuase we'll be in English class,
You called to ask me how I was today Though the last time we talked I was breaking your heart.  You were yelling and you were crying and you said I was to blame. 
Walking home from the grocery store with two heavy bags, one in each arm to balance the weight. A man blocking the sidewalk whisky on his breath and blurry eyes “What have you got there?”
Here I stand, in my apartment, where you broke me, you took the old me, and molded me into something new. someone I hardly recognize,  who is that girl in the mirror?
There are 77,600,000 girls around the world who do not attend school.   Not 77,600,000 children or adults or people all put together.
Nearly crumbling on the edge of sanity — tip-toed, teetering and tottering I am ready to collapse at any given moment, at any given second. I am fairly certain of my inadequate understanding of this world.
A shiver creeps across the spine As if lifeless hands were playing it like a grand piano. Words are spoken in the hushed tone of a eulogy Dripping off of chapped lips like a venom-spitting snake.
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