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"What do you do for a living?"
Me:"I  work hard day and night,
         non-stop.
"What!"
Me"Breathe in and out."
10/2/2019
She had loved a broken boy
Who longed to be fixed
For someone to come along
And rebuild him bit by bit
For he loved people before her
But they broke his heart  
Made all his soft parts ruff
Made his world turn upside down
And made him jagged and tough
So he learned that your heart can be broken to easily
His heart was too willing to be loved
It wanted to be broken gently
Slowly deteriorate
So he built walls around his heart
To protect it from the love that it longed
And found other people to think about
And different  names to whisper in the night
He tried to leave the memory of her to rot
And sometimes he wonders if she remembers
The way they smiled at each other
Or maybe she just forgot.
Smile
Be polite
That's what your parents taught you right?
Conceal don't reveal
Hide your true self
And stay safe on the highest shelf
Be lifeless as a porcelain doll
And don't forget your role
Let the dust collect on you fragile, still face
Cover your true emotions with plenty of base
Force a fake smile
One that's as stubborn as plastic
And just pretend that everything is absolutely fantastic

So welcome to society
We hope you enjoy your stay.
 Jan 2019 Sarafina
Carla
You miss a meal,
Then it turns to two,
A day passes,
And no one notices you.

Craving nutrition,
There goes a week,
Those many hours,
Longing for something to eat.

Using the same excuse,
"I'm not hungry, I just ate,"
The numbers keep dropping,
Was sixty-three, now fifty-eight.

You can't go back,
People are noticing you,
They say you should eat, and you say,
"You have something better to do."

It's harder than you think,
Just leave me alone!
Stop telling me to eat and drink!
If I need you, I can find my phone.
This poem is about an eating disorder, it’s dangerous and those that have it can be greatly effected. Not only them, but those around them as well.
 Jan 2019 Sarafina
Ashari Ty

Skies are beautiful
They have clouds
But they still cry

Why wouldn't you?

You are beautiful
You have poems
You can cry too
Because crying is honesty to your emotions, and honesty is beautiful ;)
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