This Poem Really Sucks. Dont Read it.

this is one of those "about me" poem assignments they give us every year. someones advice was to do it from someone elses perspective, so its third person, but it IS about me. *ponders* o screw it. dont read this. read ~Scribbling Out Oxygen.~ At least that one shows what i can do. this one just sucks. -B
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Six years old
A crack was heard, soft though it may be
The second rung wasn’t good enough for her
So blue-green dripped
And the grass grew
While she settled for pale pink
One time she was happy
And determinedly refused the dark fabric

Simultaneously
A new longing evolved
And sibling rivalry wrote her blocking
It was hardly more legible than a hairline fracture could provide

X + 4
Twenty-five percent smile
Twenty-five percent decency
Fifty percent Speak of the Devil
No metaphors
The worst 365 kicked the habit
And the faucet leaks softly when it's deserved
She discovered a melody for the first time
And beauty poured itself from graphite
Or so she thought

But it was not until the fourth prime
That any masterpiece was worth reading
Because her life force tasted too
Perfect
To resist
And her inspiration flowed too
Fluidly
To disregard
So her words screamed too
Loudly
To ignore

Subsequent
Word of mouth proved helpful for once
She typed out an orator
And mailed in a letter
And one more time
She was happy


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GOD DANGIT, WHERE DID MY BLOODY TALENT GO?!
*deep breaths* anyway. i did it for school, so youve gotta give me some slack. ill write something good and get it posted real soon. i promise. i think. i hope.