September 9, 2012
By Jane Sun BRONZE, Foster City, California
Jane Sun BRONZE, Foster City, California
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Words sear my tongue like acid drops
Burning to be heard, corroding my thoughts
Coursing from my heart to my mouth
Roadblocked by my sensible goddamn head.
I can’t wait – it’s sizzling, all-consuming
Hiding what I truly want to say
will never relieve the burn.
[and I am certainly not the only girl who thinks she can write some f***ing poetry
But does the world need any more self-doubt
from the hordes of insecure teenage girls?]

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