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A poem about when i had braces

Submitted: December 13, 2011

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Submitted: December 13, 2011



Please stop stairing at me.

I know it is plain to see.

All these wires in my mouth.

that pull my teeth from west to South.

They make me so unhappy

My friends make fun of me.

They like to call me braceface.

Theywrite it on my books, on my bag

and even  on my spacecase.

I want to go to the parties

But i dont want to be seen.

I see you standing there

You make me want to smile.

But if i open my lips to wide

Would you still want me.

Two years later off they come.

My teeth are straight and pretty.

Now every guy in class

Wants to go out with me.

My friend are no longer laughing.

That i know is true.

It turns out they also

Needed braces too.






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