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Thursday, September 04, 2003

Oh. My. Sweet. Lord. Calculus. AP Lit. Does it never end? My calculus teacher is deaf. My Lit teacher is seven feet tall and doesn't understand what she teaches us. It's like the Dead Poet's Society's worst nightmare. She tries to act like Robin Williams, but then gives assignments that he would spit on. Anyway. I wrote a *real* poem. Not that Poetry 180 crap she makes us do.


I'm A Girl

I'm a girl
little, weak, lost, afraid
I lie alone
shivering
listening
hoping
but no one comes to my aid

I'm a girl
afraid inside
but I'm not as little
as I used to be

I can drive a car
work a lighter

the important things.

I'm a girl
little inside
but I'm not as weak
as I used to be

I can hold up someone bigger than me
Stand on the edge
without falling off

the impossible things.

I'm a girl
weak inside
but I'm not as lost
as I used to be

I can steer through the night
lead my charge

the imperceptible things

I'm a girl
lost inside
but I'm not as afraid
as I used to be

I can turn my eyes to iron
pick up the pieces
of broken things

beautiful things

So I'm still a girl
little, weak, lost, afraid
I stand alone
tensing
watching
hoping
no one comes to my aid

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