#finallocation poems

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Letters From Generation Z

What is contentment? What is enough? 

I’m not enough for some universities, others I cannot pay enough. 

Some are not good enough for me. 

I’m not content with who I am. The distance between my brows and hair is too large and the space between my thighs too small. Too short to model but too tall to blend in. Too plain to be interesting but too distant to engage. 

I’m not enough for you. You’re so far away and I’m not worth the fight. 

Would I even be happy with you? Or are you some internalized goal I cannot grasp, another reminder of things I cannot have. 

I’m sick of feeling like I am not enough. I should be enough, but I don’t feel that way. Does anyone? 

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Inspired by RHCP song “Under The Bridge” 

“Sometimes I feel Like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel Like my only friend Is the city I live in The city of angels Lonely as I am Together we cry

I drive on her streets 'Cause she's my companion I walk through her hills 'Cause she knows who I am She sees my good deeds And she kisses me windy I never worry Now that is a lie”

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Miss Chris Fishing Center

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First Love V.I

My first love lit my soul in fire

Memories of the two of us still wake me up

Nostalgia alone fills me with desire

Every time we touch I ponder what could be

What could have been was lost in the

translation of childhood immaturity

Our love was enlightening

You opened my love and left it

Too young to realize what love was yet

We knew to kiss eachother before you left

the irish goodbye was suppose to be best

left me with conditional love without conditions

I still hang on to your words looking for the

emotions we used to share or little messages

about our past

We talk too little for the time I waste planning

our conversations, but every word I treasure

and hope you grin with pleasure

at the memories from that summer