I am a teenage American poet who is just trying to get my poems out there and see what people think of them.
Kampuchea,1975
Not too long ago
The Khmer Rouge Regime arose
All the intellectual, religious, and foreigners fell
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Walls of white surround
Constant beeping is the only sound
Can’t move, I cry out in pain
Then they sedate me again
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She sat alone, this child
White as a ghost, pale as the moon at midnight
Her eyes are cold, this child
She frightens others, staring without a smile
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I asked what you believe
You replied “holy, holy, holy, is he”
But what does that mean?
I mean, obviously, it means something to you
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I am from a century I wish to escape
Justin Bieber, One Direction, and YOLO swag
Where if you are intelligent, you’re strange
But cool if your pants sag
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