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Her

by

Stephanie Katsigiannis

Her
People don't listen, people don't care about what happens to,
HER.
People ignore, sure don't adore,
HER.
People say "ugly", poeple say "bad" about,
HER.
People don't care that "Her" is every homeless person.
That's why there's people like,
HER.

The Animals

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Stephanie Katsigiannis

The birds in the tree know kindness,
the alligators in the swamp know survival,
the elephants on the savanna know memory,
the dogs in their houses know friendliness,
the cats on the couch know happiness,
the fish in the pond know grace,
I wish it were different but,
the man on top of the world knows only HATE!

Friends

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Stephanie Katsigiannis

Friends are hard to find,
you can't say I want a friend,
and then they appear.
Friends have to be there,
all the time,
to talk and to hear.
Friends are for laughter,
for fun,
and for gladness.
Friends are for crying,
for anger,
for sadness.
Everyone can be a friend,
everyone can't be a friend,
it's up to you.
But if you're a friend,
you know it never ends,
and it has to be like glue!

To Michael

by

Stephanie Katsigiannis

Maturity must be a figment of your pride.
I wonder why you used me, and then cast me aside.
Cared nothing about decency you only hoped to gain.
Hopelessly, I sit here and try to feel no pain.
Although it's one encounter, only one short night,
Everything made sense, everything felt right.
Leave me alone now, I've given up the fight.

A Stroll Through Harvard Square

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Stephanie Katsigiannis

The singer kept singing, "Quarter 'till daybreak at Harvard Square,"
I watched them,
Swinging their bottles of mouthwash and rubbing alcohol
So dirty ...
So dirty, it was now a part of their skin
Worn away, along with their feeling and emotion and shock of finding

themselves at the bottom.
They exclaimed every once in a while.
Sang along with the singer on the street
Answered his questions with a triumphant, drunken roar.
"Why do you triumph?" I asked them.
They looked through me.
I felt for them
No reason.
Shouldn't have.
Just did.
And the singer kept singing, "Quarter 'till daybreak at Harvard Square."
He was oblivious to their state, even laughing at them.
"Let's gather all the street people and go on a road trip," he confided.
Imagine that.
Laughing at them, so accustomed to seeing their dilapidated bodies.
They were his environment, part of his streetlife world.
Did he love them?
If they were gone, would it ruin him?
I don't know, maybe. Just the opposite for me.
Why did they step through that evil portal that led to the planet of hate

and despair?
Could they ever come back?
I don't know, maybe.
And the singer kept singing, "Quarter 'till daybreak at Harvard Square."

better than yours

by

Stephanie Katsigiannis

Stephanie your so funny
your much thicker than my bunny
i bet your fat
and you eat your cat
so go take a hike
and don't write any more poetry BITCH