By Sophia Mojica-Luiz
I grew up in the sticks
Alongside my sisters
We tread through the fields
Where my ancestors reside
We stood above the lake
In front of mom’s old house
And I stared at my reflection
Right into my mother’s eyes
Sophia is a 16 year old that is practicing writing poetry and enjoys writing about the weird, unnerving, and the beautiful. She also likes worldbuilding and writing stories which encourage the reader to come up with their own meanings.
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