Poems from hsimmons1993

Beautiful. Me? Strangers say so. And friends. I don't see it. Guys don't see it. I don't get a glance. They flirt with girls In shorts and...
How much do people pay to get hair my color? Everyone asks if I know, but no one gives an answer. Albino blonde does not come from a box....
Writing poetry is hard when people expect it to be profound.
Sometimes I've got better things to do than solve quadratic equations Or throw my chemistry book against the wall in a fit of frustration....
The lights go down before the show begins. The music starts and it is time to act, To tell a story to the audience. I squint into the...

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