“Jadin found this poem”
At sixteen she had a style of
Her own a mixture of envy, and awe
Homely and ashamed of burn
Scar down her arm and leg, embracing and
Smiling in real life im a large, big boned women
My hair glistens in the hot bright light,
Hesitation was no part of her nature.
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