She is wearing an bright oversized hoodie and tight jeans. You can tell she wants to say something, anything, but she holds it back, afraid that what's on the inside, other people won't like her true self. This girl, she walks through the hallways with a book in her hands, and when she reads, the world melts away. She bumps into people on the way, but she doesn't care, because she is in a whole different universe. But when she is with her friends, she laughs loud like no one is watching. She is a queen. You probably don't know, can't tell, or don't care, but she is. Even when her nose is buried in a book, she walks with poise and meaning. To the rest of the world she is quiet and kind. To the people who truly know her, she is loud and imaginative and outgoing and quick. She is, very literally, even if you don't want to admit it, an original.
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We The People
PoetryObservations. The kids on the sidewalk. The woman on the bus. Just by their expressions, their movements, their words, you can make observations. This is a book of observations.
