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My Life, My Words This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By TheIdealistThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time., New York City, NY

Now sit down
Take a seat
Listen up
Here's the beat
And before you walk out
Clap your hands
Stomp those feet

I'mma tell you a tale
That I'm knowin'
Quite well
And if you don't listen
I'll send it
In the mail

There once was a young kid
Was raised in East Harlem
Never ran with pitbulls
No barkin', no snarlin'
Yeah she, was a good one
An ol' straight A student
Respectful and helpful and friendly
and prudent
At least that's the way
That it seemed on the surface
See ev-ryone thought
That this one girl
Was perfect

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