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Anya Sep 2018
I have my flaws clear as day
And some not so clear, but there all the same
Everyone has flaws but when you’re ultra aware of your own flaws does that make you better at getting rid of them or does it just make you self conscious and unconfident?
Anya Sep 2018
Why do I write poetry?
Is it to let it all out
Sometimes
A torrent of words
A hurricane of emotions
Other times
Simple lightly dusted sprinkles
On a cupcake
Free and airy
Yet,
Despite the medium
Through which my emotions
Words
Messages
Stories
Are conveyed
What is the purpose
And why only certain people?
Why not that person over there
Why doesn’t everyone write poetry
Why do people write poetry
What makes one a poet
And what makes a poet
Be a poet
I wonder
Anya Sep 2018
Me
I am what
Sitting here
The essential paradox
To me at least
Since,
isn’t MY biggest concern of course
Me?
Anya Sep 2018
My best friend was mine
Before the snooty girl stole her away
With the lure of a stupid fashion show instead of doing gymnastics on the bars
During recess
Like I wanted
What’s wrong with gymnastics!?

My first crush was mine
Before he got a BOY best friend
And then he picked HIM instead of ME to cut the cake
He was mine first!

She brought in a dream catcher
To class
I watched it’s beautiful blue beads and
Elegance
As it’s feathers were softly ruffled by the wind
But it was hers, only her nightmares were blocked
I have nightmares too!

They like her more then me
They laugh at what she says
They don’t care what I say
People look at her
They listen to her
Not me

In math class
She always wins the games
And gets all the candy
She’s the fastest
Cause she’s got all her facts memorized
Faster than me!

Everything
Everyone
Else

has best friends
get their crushes
has awesomer stuff than me
are cooler than me
are smarter than me
are better than me
are better than me
are better than me
are-
...

My god,
what a distorted perception of the world I’ve had!
Anya Sep 2018
I do think someone who adamantly denies themselves would
Possibly write a poem judging others for reading
Their poem
But wouldn’t that be denying others
Not them?
Anya Sep 2018
Don’t cross the yellow line
She says
I do just that

Look in ALL the mirrors before reversing
She rehashes
I glance at one

Put on a signal before you turn
She insists
I turn without a pause

Full stop at the stop sign
She stresses
I slow down a fraction

Be careful with right turns
She warns
I nearly crash a curb

What will it take you to ever heed me???!
She demands in hopelessness

A week later, there’s an accident on 74th street
She gets her answer.
Anya Sep 2018
How much conscience must one lack to
**** a fictional character
But it’s not a matter of how much one lacks
Because to them,
The video game
Board game
Character
That lies in the figments of one’s thoughts
Is not living
Simply empty shells
With a name
Easy
Too easy to swipe off a board
To swipe off a screen

But then again,
Are they easy to erase because they are not living?

For, there are people in the profession of-
People who raise to slaughter-
People who make sport out of-
Animals
Specifically,
Their deaths
To raise, end, and eat
Wilder animals to catch
And place in a cage
Loss of freedom
Or loss of live
What kind of a choice is that?

So then, if not living
The
Line must be drawn at humans
Isn’t that the case?
But, isn’t it also true
That a human life can disappear at a simple,
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