BoyWhen I was in kindergarten, I was called something that I didn't know would hurt me so badly until it did.Boy by ~MyChemFan96
A boy in class, he saw my hair and asked me if I was a boy and I got scared because what if I was one?
A prized purple dress was all I ever wore, I'd worn it to school that day and he still asked me all the same.
He teased me saying you look like a boy because my hair apparently said so.
Supposedly your hair says more than what you really want it to.
And it hurts when it does all the wrong talking for you.
If only he knew what that would do to me.
Someday when I grew up, I'd never remember this happened.
But I see him all the time still
GravityHow would one avoid gravity?Gravity by ~MyChemFan96
Would they learn to fly?
I guess so.
Their wings would be their stamp on society.
And they would fly for every mile their wings would take them.
Even the most graceful doves
And gravity would be there to clumsily bring them down.
Who's There?[A girl is seen sitting in the middle of the floor. She is hunched over and speaking to herself. Her 'self' is depicted through a whole other person that the other characters don't see except the girl. The 'self' is seen standing upright behind the girl. The 'self' moves about the stage, while the girl rarely moves. Their dialogue is very casual.]Who's There? by ~MyChemFan96
GIRL: Can I tell you something?
SELF: Of course.
GIRL: [Plainly.] I love you.
SELF: I love you too.
SELF: [While pacing.] Well you're sweet, talented, funny, confident, and beautiful, and smart.
GIRL: [Coming out of her 'conversation' and re