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She wonders why everyone's so hard on her,
Why people always flip their lid.
She can make mistakes every now and then,
After all, she's just a kid.
She wonders why she's so afraid,
Why she crawled under the covers and hid.
But there are a lot of monsters in this world,
And after all, she's just a kid.
She wonders why she doesn't feel pretty.
And why there's so much that mom and dad forbid.
She thinks a little makeup wouldn't hurt,
After all, she's just a kid.
She wonders why she's not like the others,
Wonders if she fell off the grid.
They tell her uncertainty is normal.
After all, she's just a kid.
Why people always flip their lid.
She can make mistakes every now and then,
After all, she's just a kid.
She wonders why she's so afraid,
Why she crawled under the covers and hid.
But there are a lot of monsters in this world,
And after all, she's just a kid.
She wonders why she doesn't feel pretty.
And why there's so much that mom and dad forbid.
She thinks a little makeup wouldn't hurt,
After all, she's just a kid.
She wonders why she's not like the others,
Wonders if she fell off the grid.
They tell her uncertainty is normal.
After all, she's just a kid.
Literature
The Thrill is Gone
The Thrill is Gone:
By Robin Nederlof.
I used to think I could handle it all.
Making jokes about becoming great.
Never ever would I take the fall.
But now I know all about fate.
My mother always sang while she cooked.
She was my light, the sun and the moon.
I remember everything, the way she looked.
Why was she taken from me, so soon.
I used to think I was in control.
Life was just one big thrill.
That way of thinking took its toll.
Because now I know of gaps to fill.
My father always hugged me before going to bed.
He was my pride, passion and power.
I remember everything, the scars he had.
But in the end he was a delicate flower.
A flow
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To the Child
To the Child
To the child we never got to know
To the child who's eyes never opened
Who's laugh we never heard
Who's voice never spoke
Who's touch we never felt
To the child we will never see grow
To the child taken too soon
To that wonderful child that lives with angels
You are a child blessed with love
Know as you watch from that golden heaven each day
Everyday we live on we will love you
We will carry you with us as we go forward
To that blessed child
From the parents and siblings
Aunts and uncles and cousins
The grandparents
From everyone who you've touched
To that child may that love reach you
And may that love help guide us all
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war
there is a war on
on plastic
on drugs
on niggers
on spics
on chinks
on redskins
on faggots
on health
on life
on death
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there is a war on
on bitches
on babies
on poverty
on viruses
on oil
on jesus
on organs
on institutions
on life
on death
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I think this poem can resonate with teenagers. Because on one hand, everyone tells you to be mature and grow up. But on the other hand, everyone is saying don't grow up too fast and act your age.
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