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For the New and Young people who have recently (6 months or less) joined-Prose. FYI: I check every single entry for length of time. I only allow Under 6 months as a member. One year if you are young and it is stated on your profile. Do not worry about 'likes' this challenge is monarchy. Thank you, Benz

It warms my heart when I see young people who have recently joined our amazing writing group- Prose. It restores my faith in poetry, knowing it will live on. Think of this as an english class and I am the teacher. Please share with me your 'own' poem, that has never before been in any challege or published here on the prose. It can be about anything. Poetry only (I prefer verse, with an awareness for simple grammar) although it is not mandatory. I will read each piece thoroughly. Please tag me after you have entered. Please be patient if I do not review the same day you enter. I want to give every write the attention it deserves. *Everyone will receive a review. I am not a writing expert, reviews are based on my own experience of reading and writing poetry for many decades and what I have learned from my editors. *These reviews are my opinion. Thank you and have fun! -Benz

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I am not my face

I look at my reflection,

and pick out every single imperfection.

I don’t see me,

I see a girl who is afraid,

she doesn’t know who she is

when she looks me in the eyes

her eyes,

opened wide,

so blue,

so bright,

but now they’re out of place

because their colour contradicts

the emotions they depict.

I see every freckle on her face.

I frown,

they’re out of place.

I look away,

I look again,

it’s surely a mistake, it can’t be out of place...

There isn’t a pattern - no design,

not a hint of reason

no rhyme.

The worlds a mess,

that’s just the face I’ve been assigned

I look away, I look again

there, and there again -

look,

it’s out of place.

The nose.

The ears.

The mouth.

The chin.

Where the fuck do I begin?

They don’t show you who I am,

they don’t show you what’s within.

I look away.

I don’t want to look again.

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