Poem# 100 -Poetry
Birthday parties I never had.
Screams I've heard all around.
All the pain swelling up
my body,
while my feet were touching
the ground.
Friends that I've lost,
and friends that were fake.
Me, being humble and loyal.
Me, making the mistakes.
Poetry, to the end of my fate.
To me, poetry is history.
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Abigail Francisco
I've made a poetry book at age fifteen and I'm planning on publishing it. I'm starting another poetry book and I'm going to publish this one after I publish the first one. I've fallen in love with poetry. And I want to become a great writer when I grow up. I need all the support I can get. I hope you guys enjoy all my poems.
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