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Is This Really What It Means To Be American?
Is this really what it means to be American?
To say: Only certain people can be who they are.
To start wars.
To cause pain.
To put others beneath you.
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This is our last sentence
This is my last sentence: We all belong here.
This is her last sentence: We all are loved.
This is his last sentence: We are a community.
This is their last sentence: Good will conquer evil.
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Woven
Woven from feelings of happiness and friendship, short-lived as those feelings may be.
Woven from a cat’s meow and a dog’s tail wag.
Woven from ideals of love and compassion.
Woven from goodness itself.
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Who I am
Do you hear our voices? Our voices longing to be free? Our voices that are suppressed time and time again? Simply because of our identities?
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Winter: A time of year
Winter. A time of year we all know well.
A time of year when we hear the ringing of every bell.
A time of year when adults laugh and children play,A time of year that lasts many a day.
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Autumn Girl
She sat on the steps, enjoying the brisk autumn air. It was the day before Halloween and the smell of cinnamon hung in the air. She knew she’d have to go in soon, but for now life was perfect.
Loves
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What Our World Could Be
In a chaotic world
of eight billion people,
each hidden away
in their own
separate lives,
be remembered for
being the person
who brings others joy,
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True Family
Family wears many faces—
For some, it’s warmth and comfort,
For others, it’s silence or storm.
Often, we search for it in strangers,
Bound not by blood,
But by soul.
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fifteen
I am 15, a rising sophomore struggling mentally. Can’t motivate myself to do much, still dreading the first day of school. I often find the phrase “I can’t” pouring out of my mouth as I feel out of control, laying in my mom’s arms.
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They Wouldn't Want to Be Her
She walks in
Eyes on the floor
Drawing everybody's eyes up
Hair coiled tightly
Wound up
Just like her heart
Her heart that feels like it's being squeezed
As strong as the looks she gets
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She Was Blamed; It Wasn't Her Fault
“It was her fault
She was wearing that skirt
Practically asking for it”
No
No she wasn’t
She was 15 years old
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bloodshot
My body
drowning in a
hoodie and sweatpants
knowing it won't
and can't
muster the energy
to get up.
Not that I
need to.
It's the middle
of the night.
But it seems