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Why-a poem by me

July 17, 2008

I’m walking along the beach

Feeling the sand beneath my toes,

and the cool water,

like blue-green Velvet.

Life should be good.

But I sence the imaginary stares

of everyone around me,

And I hear their thoughts

” She should not be wearing a bathing suit”,

” Look at that fat whale over there ”

So I quietly gather up all my things

And shamefully walk home,

and all their invisible eyes

are still fixed on me

and judging me, and wighting me…


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