Poetry

Doesn’t know what to say

The homes in her heart aren’t hers to claim

One word isn’t enough

One word shuts her up

Foreigners have to pay more 
At the thick metal door.

Inside we see a hippo

I rise and know that something new is here.
It smells of pine laughter and undefined. 
Hands pressed to frosty glass outside I peer. 
Its purity and peace makes me blind.

I wonder what it would be like to not love you.

What would happen if I let go?

I didn't hold on tight enough when it counted,

and now I'm stuck not able to let the rest of you slip through the cracks. 

I started accommodating at 2 years old

First it was just normal stuff

Staying quiet

Being careful

Make sure the baby is happy

I thought it would stop

Note: this language is Myndol, a language I made up. It doesn't perfectly translate to the English alphabet, so there are a couple of unusual symbols.

* = Slight pause in speech

~ = Raise an eyebrow and huff

Your hair is blond like the sun kissed your roots and long cause no one told you you could cut it

My hair is dark like I mixed every paint on my head and buzzed cause I was angry

We’re tearing ourselves apart;

Every day this country has loss and darkness that follows us around as if a shadow, clinging to any sign of doubt.

White and Wonderful

 A hair dryer blasting my face as I go down the snowy s

                 Hidden

                 Locked

      Confined  in chains

I'm not a native Spanish speaker, nor am I fluent(I'm learning it in school), so this may be pretty rough.

It’s not the slashes through the timeline, 

Not the practiced cursive

Spelling out names

That we must all know.

It’s the blank in between