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Jun 2016
I am an awkward child
I do not know how
to win your fine graces
or how to fake the swagger
of knowing it all
I stutter like I'm stupid
and I quiver like I am scared
I can disappear with the
best of them
A nobody
Just a blip in the macrocosm
of life
like a tiny seed in the bed of Earth
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
(111/F/is still getting old.)   
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