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To Be Young
Is to be breath-taken upon your last breath,
Is to still recall the joy
of lying on your back, laughing,
in the meadow.
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Wishing
I sit here wishing I write each memory down.
Each drop of my storm,
Enough droplets to hint a faded rainbow beyond.
Something to leave behind
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If We Can Make it Through
How is it, to live in a moment so fleeting it becomes the past?
To stare into the depths of yourself only to find a face so far and foreign–
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Courageous Enough
When you pass by,
you will sigh a small “hi.”
and
(of course),
I may not be near–
enough to respond
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Loves
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Someone and the Stranger
"I have a story to tell."
The bench is cold as glass and the fog strings its way across the street,
an engulfing mass of smokey water.
The bus is late.
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To Be a Son
Blue and black blur as the football spirals through the air,
My hands outstretched,
The ball tumbling closer and closer.
I drop it.
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National Nausea
I am nauseous, constantly.
There is a Fear deep rooted in me.
My hands no longer shake in tests
the Fear is bigger than tests now
I want to go to college, let me go
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November Fifth
No one can predict
Our country's future
Various people watching and waiting
Eager and scared for the outcome
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Today I'm Afraid
Today I am afraid
For today my life
Lies in the hands of people
Who see me as a monster
A destroyer
