Gabrielle Smith Poems

I'm sitting.
Alone.
Reading a book.
Alone.
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Travelling the white line
Destination unknown
Travelling the white line
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I am sitting, so is he.
I wonder
where he was yesterday?
My name is called.
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i am thirteen, i am ear piercings
i am thirteen, i am happy and sad
i am thirteen, i am rainbows, ponies and sunshine
i am thirteen, i am tall and growing
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i wish i wasnt in this prison
i wish there wasnt hell knocking on my door
i wish my mum wasnt a drunk
i wish my dad would stop abusing us
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To my dear sisters,

For all the caring and understanding,
The love and the hate,
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Why do visit the hospital on days like Christams and Easter?
Why does my sissy stay there?
Why do we go and watch her get x-rays?
And why does she never have birthday partys?
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I am asleep
Or at least I think I am
A sudden vision
An angel in white
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I wait, in the wings.
Silence.
The music begins.
I take a breath.
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I did it.
But no one knows.
She got in trouble for it.
They all blame her.
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