Poems from Italygirl

Early adolescene consisted of bulky sweaters, dusty shoes, and baggy jeans to aid in invisibility. I sat in a corner with my nose buried...
You say that you want to help me. You don't. You're nothing but a pedagogue; you preach, but don't listen. You go on and on on the lesson...
 I am ashamed to be in America.  Have I gone back to where race and status matter more than the life we live? I am already considered a...
For so long I have been ignored and pushed aside for the prettier face and tighter body. I was silenced as I watched the queens of the...
You look at my belly, then look down on me. You call me a slut, floozy, loose, and so much more. No one understands the fact of me never...

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