Rachel Hart Poet Free verse

Progression; Under Investigation

1
i really want to understand that which is so readily
misunderstood. though ugly, the minds growth is more
important than the sustenance of glass truths________
right?

2
& here i sit, twirling my wretched pencil between shaky
fingers, forcefully baffled at things i know i could get 
_______ if i tried. Where Are You, Sense? i ask myself
accidentally aloud, wiping my nose of substance, knowing
i'll never be answered.

3
it's weird to think about the progression of days, of
centuries, of little lives. who am i here, beating on
the earth's flesh, a mere cell on the eye of god?
what difference would it make if i stood by instead
of rise against society? though the rock is felt in
the shoe, irritating the paw, it's still just a rock. i'm
still just ___________________________________a girl.

4
am i a genius yet?

5
hate is such a strong word. so instead i'll just say______
________________fukc you. i don't want this. the weight of 
intelligence is too much to even                 consider.
let me just be excused___________________let me rather than 
write on the lines
                 sniffffffffff them. it's called begging
            for ignorance.

6
where are you now?
i really don't know.
this can't be good.

7
it's getting to that sickening point where i just don't
want to see. the coveted blinds over my eyes i used to
wear are gone, & the world hurts to look at.
i would ask for help, but i'd rather not be a burden____
the naivete of educational maturity is far too ironic.

8
please time,
           hurry. carry me home. i'm scared of these
        moments caught in-between.
                      breathe in & tomorrow will
                          become yesterday.

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