Eleven Years Old
I sleep with a stuffed panda named Tinkerbell
Tweety Bird PJs
Frizzy hair pulled back in a ponytail, skin clear of acne scars
First period yet to come, though I am called a little lady
Seven O' Clock
Shower
Cake on mom's compact foundation- L'Oreal
Stretched on shirt, baggy pants, old shoes
Coffee, hot.
Bus at 8:15.
Blue and pink phone, ear buds in.
Eleven Years Old.
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Author:
HealingHeart (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: June 14th, 2018 21:50
- Comment from author about the poem: A picture of a girl that I knew.
- Category: Children
- Views: 6
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