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 Mar 2015 Thingamajig
Liz Turner
Looking in the mirror,
I don’t know what I see
A girl,
But is it really me?

All I see is
Weight that needs to be lost
And a face that needs to be washed

Maybe they’re right,
Maybe I am a loser
Seeing my beautiful side
Is just a blur

Something about me,
Just doesn’t feel right,
It’s like in my own skin,
It feels tight

But I’m just a girl,
There is no cure,
To make me not
Be Insecure
 Mar 2015 Thingamajig
Shylah S
The best thing about life
is finding the simple patterns.
One too many patterns found today, and I realized finding patterns makes me happy.
 Mar 2015 Thingamajig
Samuel Lee
How long did it take you to craft that ring?

did it start with all the pressure with the promise of a gem
did you cut it with your tongue like all that you condemn,
did the band wrap round like the words you snare
or was it wholly circled and you just the heir,
It looks tarnished and beaten with sickly green hues
but it still sparkles in the light every time it moves,
it makes your hand look pretty wrapped around my neck
with all its worth its just an aesthetic wreck,
A shine so bright but you can see right through
a pathetic lineage, thats all they knew.

— The End —