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By Sammy Ginsberg Im a depressed mess who thinks her future is looking bleak, and doesn’t know what she wants, but she thinks she wants to go to a prestigious liberal arts college, but is not really sure because she also thinks she wants to live in the city. I’m pretty sure I want to…
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Ode to Weird People
By Sammy Ginsberg In the format of Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats When I see you in your bright blue hair doI feel so light like a piece of your hair I want to tell you of glowing mushrooms,And holes that take you to places so fair,So dear, so true that long…
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By Sammy Ginsberg feeling like a pancakesquashedman i was mad todayand i kept thinkingafter he saw that pad in my pursehe must have been thinkingthat girl is on her periodbut noi wasn’tnot yet.just angryjust almost thereand the regulator of my words, decided to quitand so a lot of frustration poured outand i was talking loudbut…
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Letter #4: School
Dear Sister, I love you. Always remember that School is only one third of the equation. Life isn’t about school; school is about life. Sometimes it felt like all there was in life was school, but that is not true. Not at all. There are three parts of life – emotional, intellectual, and physical, and…
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Mx. Pixie Fights Back
I am cornered and there is nowhere to run. I don’t want money. I want change. My two demands right now (although I am still in process of developing these and would love feedback and to collaborate)! ONE. Stop using shame to make me feel like I’m the problem teacher when really you are not…
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Boy
By Sammy Ginsberg He wears thrift store sweatersand has drum stick blue eyesthe light reflecting off tambourine hairHe knows that emily bronte wrote wuthering heightsand wants to write a novelto study the humanitiesHe travels, is adventurous, to spain,and goes alone, i am not the only onethe photos sporadic and without asking. He asks me to…
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Blue
By Sammy Ginsberg sitting, our knees inches away,the guy so much so in my dreamsHe will never be real.and yet he is real,and breathing,breathing me breathing himbreathing. it’s hard to look up, such fuzziness my vision, I just want to lean my head onto his shoulderand look up into his eyesthat are not the reflection…
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Letter #3: Crushes
Dear Sister, You are going to have crushes. You already do – shout out Sean. I had crushes. I did not do anything about them, but I should have. If you have a crush, go for it. The worst they can do is say no, but then you can move on. I built these boys…
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Thumbelina
By Sammy Ginsberg he calls me thumbelinai find it endearingand like to think that i ama tiny little fairythat brings only happinessi call me Sammyi find it has no meaningbut, i like to think that it has onea sprightly, exciting beingthat brings only happiness.maybe i am just a little bita tiny little fairymaybe i am…
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What Do I Want?
By Sammy Ginsberg i don’t feel so good this weekendso passé and out of newsaround people i don’t knowi have no plans only to makebut what is it that i wantwhat is it that will makeme smile and in the feedwhat is it that i want to be doingwhen i have nothing to do?i feel…