Young Writers Project

I loved her post

Clicked that red heart button

That broke more hearts than it mended

I saw the picture that she edited nonstop

That she filtered

Until that girl on the screen wasn’t 

Her

At

i learned
life liberty
the pursuit of happiness
before i learned
how often a promise
can hesitate

no one mentioned
how often you’d have to prove
you deserved the words

i’ve learned on my own

I stopped standing the day that everyone else stopped standing for us

I have not put my hand over my heart in over a year because what is there to hide?

I was born here with the blonde hair and blue eyes