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Best Poems Written by Kennedy Lea

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Shortest Love Story

Our elbows collided, 
'cause my desk is wrong-sided.
Made for a lefty, 
When I write
with my right.

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No One Can Hear Me

I awake, not sure whether I am alive... or dead
I wait, for the smell of the hearth... and baking bread 
But, what greets me is the smell of the privy next to my bed
I am like a ghost.. no one remembers what my last words were
I listen for the clucking of hens
I listen for my goat in her pen
I listen for my little brother, my kin
I do not hear them
I yell, For my mother
For my father
For my sister
But no one can hear me,
Not even the gods

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When I Look In the Mirror

I don’t know what it’s called
But there is a little flap of skin behind my two front teeth
My two front teeth
My two front teeth
And sometimes it aches
And itches
And hurts
And the only way to make it feel better
Is by scratching it with something sharp
And I make it bleed and it runs red
But it fixes the itching and the ache
There’s some acne on my back
And when I scratch my back I can feel them
But they aren’t whiteheads
So I can’t take care of them
I’m not very skinny
I’m not super big
But when I eat I can be
Sort of a pig
I have scars on my hands
And I wonder if he notices them when he holds them
The giant scar on my knee that
Aches when it’s going to rain
It acts like a giant goose bump
It hardness when it’s cold
And gets soft when it’s warm
And since there is nerve damage  
I can’t scratch it
So when it itches
I have to hit it
I don’t have a gap between my thighs
I have scars between my boobs
One of my nipples is bigger than the other
I have too much hair “Down There”
My toenails are chipped
My fingernails bit
My hair is a bright fake red
My eyes are bright green
When they want to be
Otherwise they change to brown
I have scarring on my face
The line on my back doesn’t 
Go all the way to my butt
My eyebrows have grown in
But I can’t see within
Because whose soul shows from the outside
When I look in the mirror
This is what I see
So I understand why no one
Could fall in love with me…

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Das Ein Mannlein

Das Ein Männlein

The silent echo reflects through the lodge,
Ein Männlein Steht im Wlade ganz Still und Stum…
Repeating itself in the young boys head.
He is not yet a man, but stands proud enough to be,
Coming back here to relieve himself of his past.
Crying out as he reaches the splintering and tilted door.
The memories of the cold, the blistering cold overpower him.
He spends time collecting himself as the moon moves across the sky.

He had been here with his family-
Says the toppled dining room table.
He also wasn’t the only child in the lodge-
Says the curled up paper dolls in the fireplace.
There was music- Ein Männlein Steht im Wlade ganz Still und Stumm…
Echoes the toppled ivory-keyed piano in the corner.
There was a war, as the Russian Graffiti on the wall complains.
The crashed bomber-plane with the seat full of bones assures that fact.

He came back to the rotting lodge in the forest
Back to the overgrown pile of shambles to find something
As he digs he picks objects out of the rubble, a boar’s head, jewelry, dog-tags,
And finally the thing he seemed to have been searching for.
A baby’s bathtub, with a scrolled handle, stares at him through the dust.
What happened to the other child?
She still has all of her baby teeth in her sweet little baby head.
She’s been sitting in that bathtub ever since that horrible night.
When she was boiled to death by hungry war criminals.

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As My Blood Runs Red, What I'M Actually Thinking

The gentle caress
The soft easy slice
I hold my grip with one hand
On reality
On the object
On the cold 

But as it slowly caresses the inside of my hand
I realize that no one should have to stand
For this kind of torture

But I continue
Because the impulse
The urge
Won’t quit

The outrageous need
To let it out
To let the pulsing
Ache
Subside

And to think that my heart
Has the audacity to continue
Beating
Even after my realization 
Is absurd

It races
Faster than a bolt of lighting
Begging
For me to split the seam

And I have too
Because I’m so used to the routine
That the longer it goes on
The worse it gets

So as my membrane runs red
And the pounding subsides in my head
I promise myself I’ll never do it again
But I’ve made that promise countless times before
And broken it.

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Getting Away With Murder

I’m happy
I’m free
I can go wherever
I can do whatever
my grades are okay
and I still have forever
I don’t have a boyfriend
but for once I’m not lonely 
and yet as I sit alone
on my bedroom floor 
I close my eyes
and lock the door
the green makes it bearable
it helps me stay high
but the green can also make me
uncontrollably cry
when everything Is happy
and everyone is glad
then why am I always sitting alone
so goddamn sad
my best friend thinks I’m depressed
another hates my mom
they think her hatred towards me is what 
made me cut my hands
what they don’t know
is I know where they will check
I know that they will check my 
hands for cuts and my 
legs for bruises and my 
arms for purple and my
face for holes
they won’t check my 
Thighs
Chest
Stomach
Feet
Neck
hips
Collarbones
for all of the above. 
And I promise you 
there is always a way to get away

With murder. 

Even of yourself.

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The Randomness of It All

Apparently I bring out the best in you
But you only see the best in me
And I can’t help but wonder what you would do
If you could see the worst in me

Would you
Run and hide or
Jump and glide
Out of your own self pride
Just to get away from me?

Would you
Swallow your fear
And just keep me near
Because you know I’m actually dear
Even the worst side of me?

Honestly it’s dark
Honestly it’s bleak
Honestly its lies
Honestly is meek

I’m not actually happy
Here on the inside of me
But you or anyone else 
Would never see
The dark side of me

Because as the song goes
“Everybody’s got a Dark Side,
Do you love me? Can you love mine?”
But see the next line was wrong.
“Nobody’s a picture perfect, 
But we’re worth it, You know that we’re worth it”
The problem is some people are
And many are not
The pretty girls
The skinny girls
The girls with the perfect hair
Are picture perfect compared to 
The crazy girls
The heavy girls
The girls who don’t really care.

So here’s to the girls like me
Even though this is written to you
Let’s wake up late 
And not do our hair
Pile on loads of makeup
Cause we don’t really care

Right?

Wrong. 

We give that illusion,
Because if we did care we’d get hate
For trying so hard
But not making it to home plate

But if we don’t care we’re hipsters
We might be remotely cool
But in the end everyone has still gone
To Sunday school

The nice ones 
The mean ones
The ones who won’t play

The naughty ones
The snot nose ones
And those who turn out gay

Unless you have parents
We don’t follow a religion
	(Ha-ha lucky you
	 You get to make your own decision)

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Control

He is there
He is mine
He is caring
He is kind

He is arrogant 
He is rude
He is harsh
He is crude

These facts remain
And I am in distain
Because despite the fact that he thinks he reigns 
Over all of us
He knows what to say
And when to say it
And unfortunately 
I must admit
That I thought he was the best for me
Because admittedly
He would make me smile
Make me laugh
Hold me awhile
While I was obsessing 
Our relationship was regressing
Into something it shouldn’t be
And he wasn’t physically hurting me
But emotionally I was a wreck
Because he was like a roller coaster
Up and down side to side
And every day I nearly cried
And when I did it was so much worse
Because he knew it was his fault
And he would be proud of himself
When I would start hurting myself
Because to him it was a sign of control
He had more control over me than of his console
Where he played his stupid games that took up his time
He treated me as if I wasn’t worth a dime.

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The One Thing I Will Always Own, But Then I Don'T

It’s confusing
All of the voices in my head
It’s like I don’t know who I am anymore
I’m not me
And I’m defiantly not the people in here
I’ve disappeared
Yet… I haven’t
because every day I look through 
someone else’s eyes
Because I have been unwound so many times
Yet I still go on
I have seen life
I have seen death
I have died, and that’s saying something
I can’t remember how to speak
How to taste or how to smell
I can only remember how to think
But that’s not doing me too well
Considering I can’t remember how to yell
How to say IM STILL HERE
And ask my parents to undo it
But they are probably dead and gone too
Unlike you	
Or me
Or whoever this person may be
So I get no choice in the matter
Because I have memories too
Even if I am missing some of them
I remember my sixth birthday
Wetting my pants on the bouncy house, 
And saying it was sprite I spilled,
But my mother new better
She swept me away 
And saved the day
By getting me a new pair of pants
I remember
The first girl I kissed
How she tasted on my lips
And that time that I danced with her
With no music playing
But the worst of all
Is that I can’t remember her face
She had a button nose
And long blond hair
Beautiful green eyes
And a serious stare
But when I try to put it together
And trust me I do try
I lose myself in the thought
And begin to try and cry
But I can’t remember how
The least I can get out is a sigh
Because I don’t control myself anymore
Because it’s not me
And I don’t control how to cry
The other people in here
Don’t care about her like I do
They don’t remember how she pleaded
With my parents to keep me alive
Saying she could help me do better in school
As if
I was a horrible student
But I don’t remember my grades
Cause I’ve lost that part of my brain
I also can’t feel the rain
On my shoulders from that night
With someone 
But who
I can’t remember 
That was cut out too

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The Raggedy Man

The longing to go back,
Back to another time
Another place
I’m aging, and he doesn't care
A different crime
He can run
He can hide
He can he can soar
He can fly
Away in the 
Blue box
I don’t have one
I don’t have a police box
I’m all alone 
I’m stuck here watching every dawn 
I’m stuck here like mom
He won’t take me away
Because he left us you see
Alone to fend for ourselves
And I hate him for it
But at the same time I love him
My mom’s raggedy man.