Oct 14
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Mirror

I look into a mirror.
What do I see?
It's supposed to be
A reflection of me.
The long, dark brown hair,
Tan skin, representing
A country far away,
Brown eyes with
Lashes black,
A girl so tall
Her forehead doesn't
Make it in the frame.
The mirror says
This is me,
What everbody sees,
But something
Is missing.
This image
Does not hold 
My voice, or
Tell how small I feel
Inside.
This representation
Does not hold meaning
Of who I am.
yet
If this is what they see,
And think I am,
What stops the world
From knowing me
as
A towering girl from
Some sports team, probably
Basketball or crew,
Perhaps from another country.
If I was wearing my glasses,
They might think I was
Smart.
Makeup might say 
I'm insecure, or over
Confidant.
But this is not who I am,
Oct 10
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Autumn Anonymous

Every autumn, when the leaves change,
So do I.

When the breeze picks up in fall,
I sing and sigh.

The geese fly south, towards warmer winters,
And I stay behind.

Some creatures hibernate, while I
Gasp and open my eyes.

Others enjoy sand-baked beaches, and picnics,
I rejoice in fall change.

I throw off my summer sweater and
Wear flowing dresses of autumn coloring;

Ambers, oranges, yellows, reds,
They surround me like a song.

My shorn hair grows out in brown and gold,
Flowing long out in the wind.

My dim, brown eyes sparkle with energy
And glimmer violet,

Thin wings of golden lace appear
And I glide out into my world.

Through spring and summer, I'm not noticed much,
But now I can't escape their gasps.

Autumn's when the true me shines 
And can be seen.

I tread the paths of fallen leaves
Oct 09
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Is This What We Want?

Look around.
Look around
at Our world today.
Tell me what you see:
Do you see peace
And freedom,
from sea to shining sea?

Open your ears.
Open your ears
And hearts
To those in need,
Whether in our country,
Your country,
Or countries far away.
After all,
everyone says they believe
We're all equal.
Then how come
we're treated
so Differently?
 
Oct 09
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NYC

Somewhere far away,
There is a
Land of lights
Calling to me.
Oh NYC,
A city of the freed
With artists and
Factories
And never dark
Movie screens.
Air thick with smog
And
Unkind words;
Billionaires, bankers
Choking on their own success,
Heirs, or heiresses if you will,
Clinging to boats of checks
Above the balances,
And 
Turmoil of the 
Screaming tide.
Oh NYC,
How you call to me
Despite the hate
And claustrophobic street stores,
Painting everyone differently
In the press, twisting
The half-sung truth
To pass as advertisements
And propoganda.
Everything carries a different meaning
To everyone, and
Everyone sallies forth to
Hold their own,
but
What I see 
In NYC,
What it means to me,
An outsider from a
Free state of green (in the same country)
Is a world of opportunity,

Sep 30
poem 2 comments challenge: Grades
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How I Feel About Grades

Grades.
Those letters, percents, and comments
I check constantly, hoping
For the perfect A+'s, 100%'s, and
Words of praise from
All my teachers.
Every assignment, every
Quiz and test
Counts.
What will colleges think?
What will my parents say?
What of the embarrassment
And guilt
If I get a 
Bad grade?
Report cards mostly convey
How students perform on tests,
With some thought of 
Homework, behavior, and
Class participation, of course.
The stress begins to build
As the testing time comes near,
As this one document
Could realize my greatest fear;
As if I forget just one thing
My grade will fall, and then my tears.
Students should learn and truly know
What teachers teach in class,
However I'm not sure that tests
Best represent everyone's abilities;
Some people may do best under stress,
But others do much worse.
Sep 27
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Rain and Rivers

I.

Where the rivers trace
Her future, her life,
And the jungle trees
Block the sun from view,
A girl dances away her sorrows
As she embraces the world
Within her view.
She's all alone,
The last of a line
Beaten down by rain,
Chased by kings
And queens
Of the animal kingdom,
Who she evaded 
By some miracle,
Using ancient knowledge
Of the land 
To find her way safely.



II.

The rain sprayed down in droplets
Falling a second time,
Thrown off of trees
As they fell to the ground.
Their glimmering crowns of green
Smashed birds' nests, and plunged
Into those rivers of life,
Stopping the flow of water
Much missed
By where it most needed to go.
Fleeing madly, unable
To face these strange beasts
Of metal she had never seen,
The girl ran from her home,
The animals of the jungle,
Aug 27
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A Sweet Betrayal

When cuckoos laugh and somersault 
Perhaps I'll love again.
However it takes more than birds
To get a heart to mend.

Retreating footsteps have, since then,
Still echoed in my mind;
The irony of what you did
Still hides, haunts, and reminds.

When flowers grow after they die
And bloom in winter snow,
Perhaps my ears will cease to block
The words which later hurt me so.

Propelling anger as a tool, you
Drove me against myself;
I was too scared to trust what I knew,
While ne'er guessing you were something else.

The day you said goodbye, you left
That terrible a note, a shattered heart
Cut into pieces by your words which
First took my trust as the hors d'oeuvre.

Next, you stole my mind, my thoughts,
And stirred them in your cauldron 'till
They bubbled, and muddled, and became clear,
Then you had no arguments to fear.
Jul 24
poem 0 comments challenge: Stairs
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Ice

Suddenly, I'm awake.
I'm not 
where I fell asleep.
I'm not
in my bed, 
in my room,
at home.
I'm at a place
I never thought 
I'd see again,
Or want
to see again.
Yet 
here I was, am.
The rain pours down,
half-sleet, half-water,
pitter-pattering on the roof
of my old school.
It's not frozen enough
to do any real damage,
Yet
it feels colder 
and sharper
than their words had,
Slicing
through my confidence
and Hope
and heart—
so I ran.
I ran to the stairs
and sat,
nearly oblivious 
To the puddle 
I was sitting in,
to the kid staring
At me
through the window of a
passing car.
I now walk 
to that girl
Sitting on the stairs,
the girl I used to be,
The girl I gave up on.
I know what happens next,
And I don't want to watch.
Yet I do.
My eyes are frozen
Jul 06
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"If Only"—She Could've Been Saved

If only golden
Rays of sun
Were tangible.
Alas, they weren't.
She watched them slip
Through her fingers
As she remembered
Empty wallets,
Empty stomachs,
Empty hearts of those
Who walked by,
Not caring to 
Even listen
To the whispered wishes
Of those who could not
Hold on
Much longer.
If only promises 
Were tangible,
Unlike the money
And food
She dreamed of.
If only dreams
Were promises,
Promises that would
Surely come true,
Promises as real
And easy to grasp
And hold tight
As the rare paper bill
Or unlucky penny
Found in the streets.
If only words
Held their meanings,
Clinging to them
So children living on the streets
Would not have 
To cling onto
Their little siblings,
Their lives.
If only the words
Which need to be
Heard the most
Would not be blocked
Jul 03
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Summer Sunset


How radiantly a summer sunset
Shines last rays over the land,
Pinks merging with golden orange,
And yellows soft and bold.

Reflecting in sparkling streams
Igniting the ocean,
Fiery hues, streaks of soothing blue,
A painting too lovely to be hidden, contained;

The birds sing sweetly, serenading evening,
My eyes hold onto the final glimpse
Of the beauty Nature so selflessly shares
With us, and all her wilderness.

Last lingering rays slowly tuck creatures in,
Nimbly unfolding the blanket of Night
Over the world, scattering stars as small lights
To reassure everyone they are safe and all is right.

Only I lay awake, still seeing the sunset
So brilliant and beautiful in my mind,
I don't want to sleep and lose this masterpiece,
But I eventually slip into a dreamworld of a kind.

And so night passes after every summer sunset,

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