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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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 It’s no fun being the ugly duckling With a face that’s sure to make Sore eyes inflamed Because once you look at me And my pitiful predicament And my syndactyly toes, My image makes an intaglio on your mind, Like a tattoo That reads “Too bad, So sad, I guess her parents gave her all they had.” In a kind of chemical reaction Where the reactants are pity and disgust, The product is public indifference, and The catalyst has always been out of my control Olivia C is a writer from Tennessee. She is passionate about poetry and entertainment/social journalism. She can be found editing/writing for The Teen Magazine, TeenInk, and her personal blog the Cyrus Piece (https://oliviacyrus.wordpress.com/). When she is not watching football, she is learning how to cook roti, procrastinating, and dreaming about learning how to play the jazz flute.
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