
journalism
voices of LOVE - youth writing
Anonymous
The Feeling: Me
The feeling of being looked down on hurts
They just look at me and, think “what happened”?
Who gave birth to this? And why couldn’t she be more like her?
There’s nothing to me but my ugly smile and quiet ways.
Just a mistake
A mistake that wasn’t meant to happen, it wasn’t ever planned on.
It just was.
And so she goes, living her life, unaware of who she is and where to go,
just wishing she was just like her…
photo: Reggie Russaw
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