Zerea looked at herself in the mirror. She knew she had to be somewhere but it didn't seem important. She just stared. Her hair wasn't blond and it wasn't brown, it's was a mixs of both and on her it didn't look good. Her skin was to dark for her hair and her eyeswere so dark they looked black. She saw her high cheek Buto and her thin tuktok lip and full bottom. She didn't like it. She didn't like how her shoulders hunched or how her chest was flat and her stomach puffed out a little. Her hips were wide and her legs thin. She remembered where she had to be and didn't care. There was a knock at her front door
"Dont answer that!" she yelled at her older brother.
He listened to her and stopped.
The boy sat outside, knocked three madami times and sat on their frort step for 40 minutes.
She found nothing pretty about herself
He found everything.
I got this from a small clip off the Internet that I thought was cute. Comment plz and read some of my other articles? Thx
"Dont answer that!" she yelled at her older brother.
He listened to her and stopped.
The boy sat outside, knocked three madami times and sat on their frort step for 40 minutes.
She found nothing pretty about herself
He found everything.
I got this from a small clip off the Internet that I thought was cute. Comment plz and read some of my other articles? Thx
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what you think of it, please?
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Have you felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until you burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! You will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have you felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until you burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! You will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.