Kayla Hill Poems

Why do you hate me?
Is it because my skin is brown
Dipped deep in a chocolate fountain
The ability to endure the elements of all four seasons
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The look that comes from a proud new mom
Flames eating the enchanted forest
A fresh flower stood this very hour
Hold me closer than the sun in July
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In the process of cleaning my circle.
Life is too short for the weak.
No weak will be in my mouth.
No weak will be in my head.
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In the mist of all the noise in the world,
I will not listen.
In the mist of all the fog in the world,
I will not look.
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