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      June 2, 2018BlueJane Josefowicz

      I know a girl with the most gorgeous blue eyes.
      She was so talented, and so sad,
      And her eyes were like sapphires.
      When I met her,
      I looked into them with envy.
      I wanted to be just like her.
      I saw a video on an inactive YouTube channel.
      It was a video of a woman. She was beautiful, her most defining feature
      Was her eyes.
      Ice blue.
      She didn’t fit the bill for sanity, the way she saw the world
      Seemed so impossible.
      So far away from reality.
      I watched the ramblings of a crazy woman, and I longed to see the world
      As she did.
      I knew a boy with blue eyes.
      I didn’t see him for a year. When I saw him again his eyes were
      As blue as ever.
      But his stare felt
      Unclean.
      Today, I met a man with the bluest eyes I have ever seen.
      But
      I always say that.
      I looked into them and all I saw was myself.

      from 2018 RYPA

      Jane Josefowicz (age 13)

      Why do you like to write poetry?

      “When I was little, I loved to draw. I loved to create things based purely on what I saw in my head. But as I grew older, what I saw was more complex; there were more layers to my thoughts. No two-dimensional medium could capture my three dimensional world. So I put down the sketchbook and opened my computer, where I created the world that lived inside my head, and there were no restraints. I wanted everyone to see what I saw. I write to give people a window, and to give myself a mirror.”

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