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"Jealous" by Charles Ray

CW: this poem contains imagined violence

He's tall, I'm not.

He's good looking, I'm not.

He's funny, I'm not.

He has friends, I don't.

He's wealthy, I'm not.

He gets girls, I don't.

He can dress, I can't.

He has a car, I don't.

He gets good grades, I don't.

He's going to an amazing college, I'm not.

He lives in a big house, I don't.

He gets invited to parties, I don't.

He has a job, I don't.

He's considerate, I'm not.

He's an artist, I'm not.

He smells good, I don't.

He has good taste in music, I don't.

He's perfect, I'm not.

He's alive, I'm alive.

He got stabbed, I didn't.

He's innocent, I'm not.

He's dead. I'm alive.

Charles Ray III, junior (class of 2023), enjoys games, watching anime, and loves clothing (mainly shoes). Ray plans to go to college after graduation (undecided on which college).

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