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Star Aug 12
I call my grandma Nanny
She told me to call her that so she didn't feel old
But to me she never looked old
She looked about in her late fifties or early sixties to my young eyes
We laughed, we danced and read stories
And at bedtime she sang sweet lullaby's
I played dress up with her old clothes and jewelry sets
Her necklaces always dangled down my chest, because it didn't fit just yet
"I'll give this to you when you are grown," she always said
I'm now seventeen
And when I see Nanny it feels blue
I always remember the harsh words she threw
Calling me "useless," and saying that it's because of the phone
Though I was twelve and it made me feel less alone
I remember the times she commented on the food I ate
I can't eat food now without thinking about my weight
It's not her fault she made me feel this way
She was old, sick and could only see grey
But it now consumes me and it won't go away
It lives in my chest
Like the necklace that didn't fit just yet
Star Aug 12
I was four
Still sleeping with my mama because I was scared of the monsters that were told in my storybooks
I was four and eating Mac and cheese off a big colorful plate with a big scoop of ice cream for dessert
I was six when I got driven to school
With the ponytail grandma put in my hair
I played with boys and girls at recess and came home with dirt on my clothes and would ponder at night what would happen tomorrow
I was eleven when I cut bangs in my hair
And started choosing what I wore to match the girls in my class who were skinny compared to myself
I always blamed the Mac and cheese
I slept dreaming of a boy I thought I loved until I was thirteen and he only wanted my body
I was sixteen when I said I hated my mama
Despite her always wanting me to sleep in her bed because she too was scared of the monsters, but the monster was just her daughter who had formed so much anger at the world, but deep down it was just despair
I am now seventeen
Seventeen sleeping in a cold, dark room every night and waking up with a sense of dread
Seventeen when mama stopped asking me to sleep with her, because someone took my spot
Seventeen skipping meals and not eating Mac and cheese, because of the numbers on the side of the box
Seventeen thinking I will never fall in love
Seventeen wishing she did more to protect that little girl
Who ate Mac and cheese with dirt on her clothes
Star Aug 6
I'm afraid to be perceived as slightly unsatisfied
Because I know you would devour the thought of me being unhappy
Star Aug 4
You wouldn't know that I've been in love for

24 months

Was it a waste of time?
Maybe.

A waste of
104 weeks
730 days
1051200 minutes
And 63072000 seconds

Waiting for something that will never come
Star Aug 1
I dream of him leaning in
And thinking softly to himself
I glisten
Like a beautiful star
I wrote this in my English class during a exercise we did (I hope you like it <3)
Star Aug 1
Ugly ugly girl
You try so hard, but it never works
You paint your face to make it clear
You wear lashes so your eyes are big
And line your lips so they look full
You even try to fix your nose
The curl in your hair is to match your face
And the hairspray so it doesn’t go away
Lastly perfume so they say you smell sweet
Yet even with the money you pay
Or the time you spend
Stroking, drawing, blending for perfection
You still seem so broken
Like you’ve always been
It never goes away no matter how hard you try to cover it
Ugly ugly girl
You try so hard but it never works
You will never stop aching to be pretty
So you can be put back together
Star Aug 1
A pretty girl
Pretty like a song
A poem
Like a bird she flies so high
Her voice soft as a feather
She has rosy lips and big brown eyes
A smile that lights up the room
You could tie her in ribbon and put her on a shelf
And she would live in a dollhouse
I stare at her in admiration
I do love her so
But suddenly my eyes turn crooked
As envy takes the soul
I’m a shadow in the dark
A sad sad story
Though I am not ugly
I certainly am not the glory
My skin is jagged while hers is soft
She is big and I am not
With my big sad eyes and smile I despise
I stare in jealousy as she prances with pride
I want to be beautiful
And I really do try
But nothing compares to her
A bird that flies so high
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