Envy
There was once a young kid of Madrid
Whose smile they could never get rid.
They wanted to throw him
To break him, to stone him.
But he wasn't- 'twas only forbid.
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What I've picked up over 17 years about myself is this: -female -high school senior (praise bless) -lack of confidence in my internet bio writing skills -one of the 30 winners of Power Poetry's Annual Emerging Poets Slam 2017 (that was crazy)! -aspiring writer -i love reading your poetry!
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