Stephanie Beyer Poems

There sits a peach smooth and silky.
One side is red and the other is orange.
But both sides equally sweet.
It is plump and squishy, ripe and pure.
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It is dark, and late.
I lay in my bed, unable to sleep.
My window is tightly shut, but
I can hear all the noise of the streets.
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Stuck in this house.
It has been all day,
I haven’t seen anything
I am going insane.
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Happiness is an apple.
It is very sweet.
As sweet as sweet can be.
It is green and ruby red, with seeds
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I feel free.
Having so much freedom that I want to jump up and sing.
I feel free.
To be out of that penitentiary they call a school feels positively real.
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