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May 14, 2013
93° in July, boy take off that jacket,
I’m only wearing it, so I have a place to put my Summer packet,
But to be honest, there’s a method to my art,
I wear my jacket constantly, like armor for my heart.

Deep in the pockets, little clumps of lint,
The color of my sadness, dullen to a tint,
Although I empty the contents, attempting to release the curse,
Fifteen years of being “just alright” is something I can’t reimburse.

“Boy why do you wear that everyday?”
I wear it everyday so I keep the stress away,
It comforts me, it engulfs me, to me its like safety,
It’s always been armor for my heart, I won’t let anything break me.

Even when I’m hasty or even a little bit hesitant,
At the hotel of misfortune, I’ve been a lifelong resident,
Armor for my heart, or a pocket to hold my packet?
It doesn’t really matter, at least I have my jacket.

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Ineedsleep This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 16, 2014 at 7:30 pm
This is a really impressive poem. Very well written.
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