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Danielle Hoskins Mar 2014
I was never the sports star, smartest kid in class or even the coolest. More like low self esteem dork girl who had more guy friends than girls never felt like I fit in but always never cared. I lied.... They bullied me verbally, I was no longer invisible I was the punch line to everybody's joke on bus 12 after a long day of school. I kept my head down because the **** hurts more than they could physically ever know. The walk home consisted of promising myself I wouldn't cry and debating on if I hated them or myself more. Dear arms I am sorry I've been taking all of my frustration out on you, it's just that since I'm not a size 6 everyone hates me so I have to hate you. How was school? Cool. Bad day? Bad life. Don't pretend like you care because I've spent too many nights alone in my room crying and screaming while my "mother" was in the next room. Dear heart I'm sorry I always let you down, I'm sorry I make you go through so much. I'm sorry you have to feel everything I feel. It's my fault they hate me not yours. They finally broke us I'm sorry.
Dear Danielle, you're me and I am you. Im sorry I gained so much weight last year, I'm sorry I couldn't lose it all. I'm sorry they hate us. I'm sorry mom can't get the braces we need. I'm sorry nothing ever works out for us. I'm sorry Jayte left. I'm sorry this is all real. I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry I couldn't save Lala. I'm sorry no one loves us. I'm sorry god doesn't listen. I'm sorry no one knows we are sad. I'm sorry I'm so sorry. It's all kind of blurry right now. There's so much blood I really can't see anymore. They say it'll get better, I wanna say it'll get better but it never does we just learn how to maintain. How to forget. And how to move on.....
Anshika Raj Apr 2020
Handed down through the ages,
Humanity in hearts and reverance for the sages.

This place is more like a heaven on Earth,
Myriad of religions are taken here birth.

Our emperors were too kind to invade any country,
Million of channels telecast it's documentary.

Jai Hind and Satyamev Jayte resides in our heart,
Our sand handles both a motor and a cart.

The holy Ganga flows from the bottom of Himalayas,
So is worshipped for being called a gift like Matthias.

The Himalayan is fit like a crown on our mother's head,
Climatic variations and monsoon rainfall are so evenly spread.

World's economy has an immense eminence of zero,
Invented by Aryabhatta; Ramanujan- the Maths hero.

Bhagat Singh, Laxmi Bai had been an epitome of strength,
Education is vastly spread and immeasurable in length.

Variety of raiment is seen in every state,
Twenty two languages and each with a feel of sedate.

Vendors working daily amidst tumults on roads,
Poetry scribbled by poet as their respectful odes.

Colours of rainbow is reflected here well,
Luscious cuisines grabs heed by the smell.

Geeta, Qur'an, Adi Granth and Bible,
At different hours, they worship their idols.

Vaisakhi, Christmas, Holi and Eid
we stand together as a pillar in every need.

Writings are not only read in books,
But scripted on walls, painting on hooks.

Folk arts, tribal arts, feet beating on rhythm,
Dance forms are many, depicting their vision.

Here, women are treated equal to men,
Delhi and Mumbai got their place in the list of wen.

We treat our guests as the heavenly God,
One can visit here either by plane or brod.

Weddings are held by following every ritual,
Our ways may differ but our hearts are mutual.

With so much of glory do not mistake it as Neverland,
As this Golden bird does not fly but stays on land.

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