May 27

realizations of forever

soon,
we’ll be on our own.

voices drifting with the wind
a thousand songs
and a thousand more.
the simple sadness
of the final notes
lingering on the breeze long after we’ve gone.

if we were ever meant to fly
our feet would not settle for the ground.

we've always longed for comfort.

we knew forever
only meant 'for a moment'

they told us the city never sleeps at night.
the sturdiness of its hands on ours
assuring our arrival back some day.

we’re only human.
lilacs in the spring didn’t ask
to slip away
so soon.
the way the world works
has always been a mysterious
phenomenon.

memories whisper in our ears.
ghosts.

twiddling thumbs.
mind wandering
fleeting time.

set us free.
don't let me go so soon.

maybe we’re not ready.

you built us to be strong.
Apr 15

The Lies We Tell

"why should i care?"


she asks them,

laughing and rolling her eyes

as the sun ducks behind a cloud.


"i never did care."


she says,

her gaze catching for a moment on him

and the sun returns from its hiding spot. 



"did i care?"



she wonders to herself

as the conversation drifts on

and the sun once again disappears from sight. 




"i don't care anymore."


she insists within her thoughts,

shaking her head

and accepting the sun would rather remain unseen.



"i used to care."


she accepts 

closing her eyes as the memories flood her mind

and the first droplet of rain falls from the sky.




"i can't care anymore."



she whispers
Mar 15

a letter to the US government

you’ve never met me,
have you?
did you have any idea whatsoever
that i exist at all?

let me introduce myself.

i don’t need you to know my name,
feminist would be fine.
nevermind that.
call me what you like.
i am not defined by your words.

i am writing to you
not to say what you’re doing wrong
or to tell you how evil you are.

i have never met you
so i believe it’s unfair to make judgments.
that much is a lesson i should hope
you’re one day able to learn.

i am writing for change.

immigrants aren’t criminals
unless we make them so
by making it illegal for them
to dream.

women aren’t weak
unless men
are equally weak
and strength has no meaning at all.

love is love
unless you can inform me what else it could be
because i was never taught another definition
so please enlighten me.
Mar 15

Writers for Change

Recently, a few of my friends from school and I have begun a program that we are calling Writers for Change. The idea is to collect poems, essays, short stories, etc. about the changes we would like to see in our country. We plan to send all pieces we receive to the U.S. Congress, along with an attached letter explaining what they are, and what our group's purpose is.

We are looking for work done by any kids under voting age. If you like to write and you want to be involved in current issues and standing up for what you believe in, please write something (or send us existing work) talking about the changes you would like to see, and why you want to see them. Don't hold back! Please share as many pieces as you want. 
Feb 11

who i am


i’m the stranger you see

on a rainy street in the city

after a long day

who you give a half smile

before hurrying home.

the one you never think of again

but for that single snapshot of time

i was 

there.