Golde
I look at them
They don't see me
They just see who I'm trying to be
Golde.
A character
I have to stay like her
Golde not Lucy
Not a fun loving teenager
Who likes to have a good time
A middle-aged woman
From Anatevka
Where is Anatevka?
Is that even a place?
It has to be a place
Golde lives there
But is it that
I live in an imaginary place.
I am imagining not being me
but being her
Golde.
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This is a really good poem. It is kinda long but i like it. I Think you should shorten it and add a little more detail.I like it a lot I think it is going to look really good.
WOW! Lucy this is really grewat. I can tell that you have put a lot of effort in this project. I really liked your script at the oscars. On this projest I can tell you really went overboard. This is amazing I'm very proud of you. You had great details and descriptions. Instead of using dull words you used very positive word. You showing not telling.
Sincerly, your true friend, Peter
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