Beautiful.A Poem by Tinotenda NyevedzanaiPoem - ATCWhen I was seven I was an inquisitive child With big ears and an even bigger mouth. I would question everything around me, I knew best without a doubt. "What's that mean?" I asked her, ever so curiously she described to me it meant surgery Like the pain of when they stole my tonsils. I was shocked. "All for the sake of beauty? - Mum but I like the way I look."
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Added on February 2, 2015Last Updated on February 2, 2015 AuthorTinotenda NyevedzanaiDallas, KentAboutJust a fifteen year old who enjoys reading and writing. Music makes me happy. New works are in the making and are going to be published soon more..Writing
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