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Watching the news
Laughing with faces lit
Why is it that we put tragedy as the focus
When we only ignore it

I am as guilty as many of you
Saying "that's so sad"
While secretly being grateful
It abhors me

But why not be grateful?
I think more people need appreciation
At least I'm aware of my selfishness
Or is saying that even more egotistical?

Hypocrite or not
I hate the part of me that shrugs at the misfortune of others
I hate the part of me that looks away
I hate the part of me that hates.

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Is it better to be entirely useless or partly great?
Depends I guess.
What does it mean to be useless?
What does it mean to be great?
If I am useless, may I choose to be great?
If I don't want to be great, does that make me useless?
If I am useless,
and being partly great means that I am partly not myself,
Then I'd rather be entirely useless.
I'd rather be entirely me.

This poem was inspired while reading Neal Shusterman's "Unwind"

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hic·cup ˈhikəp/ noun 1. an involuntary spasm of the diaphragm and respiratory organs, with a sudden closure of the glottis and a characteristic sound like that of a cough.

My body is tossed about by violent jolts that fling my unwilling and powerless self about,
a helpless prisoner within.
Even without breath my chest still contorted,
making the pain sting, poke, and **** with every up and down.
Of course,
I am afflicted with hiccups.
I put my small sufferings into poetic sequence in an unconscious attempt at being rid of them.
They're gone.
Going through the short poem,
Correcting little errors.
Up
Down
Jolt
Sting
****
They're back
Of course,
I am afflicted with hiccups.
Hiccups are *****.

(The title is courtesy of my good friends copy and paste and professor google~)

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Every verse is a feeling in my moment
The moment I live as I breathe
It's not much but it's what I have to give
Rhymes hold me back
Humor that may provoke
Opinions that accept judgment
That is me
I mean well
If you'll have me, I'll have you.

This was my entry... I didn't know what to submit and I was nervous so I just wrote this.

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