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Abstract Pretty
May 29, 2019
No one has ever called me
that word.
I’ve never been
whistled at,
cat called,
drooled over,
hit on.
Does that mean
I’m not?
Does that mean,
perhaps, I’m the opposite?
Or does it mean
I’m not easy to figure out?
Not a picture,
perfectly put together,
but rather
a puzzle-
mere pieces strewn about.
Waiting for someone
to see my value
and put me together.
Maybe instead,
I’m an
Abstract Pretty.
© Sarah A., Morristown, TN
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My name is Julia Ziepfel and I am a senior in high school. I was never a big poetry fan, if I’m honest. However, this past year, I took an AP literature and composition class that made me realize the depth and beauty that poetry held. At first, I thought all of my poetry was horrid, sappy and way too extravagant. As I kept writing, though, I realized it didn’t really matter so much the outcome of the poem because the mere act of writing it was cathartic.