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(( November 13, Poetry Class ))
"Alright Ana, your turn."My poetry teacher told me. I nodded and stood up walking to the front of the class.
November 13, Poetry Class
I once was asked concerning love versus hate
Why does it seem that hate is so great?
While hate is a very strong emotion too
Nothing can equal love that is true
The weight of hate is very heavy to bear
While it seems like love is lighter than air
Accounts of hate make a big news headline
While actions of love you must look hard to find
But when you consider that love is patient, kind,
Envieth not, not pompous, not puffed up, not rude,
Seeketh not her own, slow to anger, thinks no evil,
Rejoices not in wrong doing, but rejoices in the truth,
Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things,
Endures all things, and never fails*
You soon learn that the density of love is so much,
Although the scales be heaped with a great volume of hate
It's catapulted by a mere measure of love's touch,
Love strengthens the bearer so one feels not its weight
-Ana
I smiled and sat down. Of course that poem was about Rayan. Him and I had grown closer over those few months. The first month he asked me out, I declined. The second time I declined once again. Then finally the third time he gave me this big extravagant "date" and finally I said yes. Do I think this is one big mistake? By the ways things are looking now...no not really. We're okay actually. "Hey, you coming over to my house this weekend babe?"He asked me as we left the classroom."Hmph, I guess I can make it." I shrugged."Okay,seeya later."He kissed me and ran off home.
I silently walked home but was pushed into a wall."Bitch, I told you to stay away from him!" I know that voice, it's Victoria. "Let go of me." I shoved her off. Trust me my words are stronger than I actually am. She pushed me to the ground, making me groan in pain."Victoria leave me alone! "I tried kicking her off of me. She continuously punched me in the face and in the body, then I felt at least five more hands. I can't believe I'm getting jumped.
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(( Novemeber 13, Ana's Home ))
Slit and
Slither knife
Penetrate in phallic push
To perforate the pulse of tissues in the flesh
Slice a vein to drain the unsuspecting victim
E'er they bleed and plea
Their scream
Of death
murder
murder murder
murder murder
murder murder murder murder murder murder
murder murder murder murder murder murder murder
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