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Emma Boyzo Poem
Alone,
Alone at night,
My legs,
Feel hot as light,
And I sit,
I sit alone,
On my own,
At night to reflect,
Are they correct,
Are they direct,
I only know,
Are my reflections in a row,
No one knows except me,
No three he’s or she’s would understand,
My head is my land,
It’s not special or grand,
It’s my thoughts,
They tend to not go across,
Who knows what is my source,
I don’t have to force,
As I sit alone,
I may have thoughts
They are unknown,
And as this the end,
I go to my bed,
I rest my head,
And go to sleep
And I don’t wake up,
From the deep.
Copyright © Emma Boyzo | Year Posted 2022
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Emma Boyzo Poem
I thought that I had love,
That was the standard above,
But no,
It was big blow,
Of betrayal,
To him,
I am not a jewel,
And that doesn’t break the brim,
Of the anger that I don’t have,
I’m not his toxic half,
He doesn’t deserve me,
But he doesn’t deserve to be free,
Cause he’s a pig,
I’m not giving him my fig,
I’m done with boys,
I’m putting my voice up,
And my foot down,
And I have my crown,
And guys 25 and under are kids,
That need don’t bids,
They think they’re adults,
And they act like they don’t have faults,
And they blame it on girls,
And guys think they only care about curls,
But guys can tend to be meatheads,
And they can make stupid bets,
But as people said,
Girls mature faster than boys.
Copyright © Emma Boyzo | Year Posted 2022
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Emma Boyzo Poem
She poured makeup on her face,
Thinking she had beauty and Grace,
She was too young,
And had no fully grown body lung,
But she loved being pretty just the same,
As her mother came,
She was running in order to be popular,
With her eyes popping in color,
She was running as fast as she can to not get caught,
She was afraid her mom would teach her a lesson,
And get really mad,
And Well she wasn’t glad,
But she wasn’t angry,
She told her just don’t do it again.
Copyright © Emma Boyzo | Year Posted 2022
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