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Who am I?
That;
It;
Her;

Whatever.

Am I a monster.
Unfeeling bitch.
I could drink this here
Fruit juice ‘till
I fucking puke.
Still wouldn’t really faze me.

Or am I a poseur.
Fake or
Faux.
I care.
I cringe
At the sight
Of fruits.
But I can still enjoy the cocktail cuppies at school.

Antisocial?
Vindictive?
Bitter;
That is my name,
Ma picked it for a reason.
Lying?
Backstabbing?
Immoral?
Catholic?
Heathen?
Slut?

Let’s play a game.
(I just made it up.)
Which is carved into my chest?

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Some poems have to be posted on one day. I wasn't sure if I'd put it online. Now I am.