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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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Windows To The Soul
They say the eyes
Are the windows to the soul
Stained glass
Of brown and green and blue
I look into her eyes
The eyes that match the color
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Every Day
Every Day I sit
In a spine-crushing chair.
And I’m not sure how I take it,
The nicotine in the air
Do the others even care?
I’m shaking in my chair.
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Brown Eyes
I felt the coldness of eyes on me. Looking up, I see a boy with chocolate eyes, staring into my soul. My heart skips a beat, but it’s not a good feeling like in the books, no.
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Plastic Yard
Green plastic on the ground
Green plastic on the leaves
Green plastic all around
Green plastic in the air
Where is the grass?
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Copycat
when they say copying is the sincerest form of flattery,they mean art.
when I say copying is the sincerest form of flattery,
i think about how your voice
has the same cadence as mine,
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God save the Quee
I'm holding your frail body by its throat.
Ribs showing, spine poking from your back,
More skeleton than flesh,
You stare back at me.