growing-up

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I slowly rise from my seat The eyes that have been glancing up until now stop and stare I don’t satisfy their yearn, rather I pretend to have not seen
"Silence girl" "Hold your tongue" "I think you're too opinionated" "You better watch your mouth"   The girl holds back her comment She knows she shouldn't speak  especially not now
I start out young Cloudy, foggy No lighthouses in my mind Shying away from my Kind Stressed Depressed And, ultimately, Repressed Infortune weighing heavily I sigh  
continuing to search for solutions for the involuntary kill all similar triangles dead-eyed squinting in traffic public television blasting from the T.V.
Growing Up By: Ashley Raquel Wilson
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