Posts
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We are the People
We are the people.
The girl who wears every scar like a trophy.
The boy who struggles with reading.
The kid who protests for their rights.
The mother who works 3 jobs to pay the bills.
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Lady Liberty
This statue is a woman.
She’s the symbol of the USA.
Yet people refuse to acknowledge her daughters.
The Lady Liberty, huh?
You know what that makes me think?
The one free woman.
Yeah.
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Love and Hatred
Love is hard, hatred is easy.
How am I supposed to love the girl who pushed me in the hallway because I like reading about dragons? It’s much easier to hate her.
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Don’t Worry Your Pretty Little Head
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that”
Every girl has heard that phrase at some point, or will hear it at some point.
It means:
You’re a girl.
Girls are pretty.
Girls are happy.
Girls aren’t smart.
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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.
Loves
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pondering
If life is full of the little things
like skating on smooth black ice and laughing with a friend
then I have nothing to look forward to
because there is good in every day.
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The Truth of Being a Girl
Walking home after dark or that short top
Are blamed more then the man who didn’t listen to the woman yelling stop
Appalled?
Well at 10 I was catcalled
I’ve been grabbed
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Tattoos in Pencil
We never tattooed ourselves successfully
Because we are pencils tracing our minimal time
Who can only
find a smile through that one
wave of future
in this vast ocean of reality.
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Horror
I watched a horror movie at a birthday party
a hangout with my girlfriends
I like being scared
We had fun
not thinking about we'd have to
go home
alone
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Seven Stairs
At the top of the stairs a little girl stood,
holding her plush giraffe and a blank expression.
Her eyes were locked below at her parents hushed
conversation about the news.
A little girl...
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Droplets of letters of justice
You matter.
Not in a pastel poster sort of way. Not in a science teacher’s dad-joke shirt sort of way.
In a rain drop sort of way.
The rain drops don’t need to be thereNot all of them
For it to be raining.