Frostbite

My favorite earring
Metal bicycles dangling 
More like tangling in my long hair
Little blue beads surrounding the rim
Encasing the empty tire like a fountain
My worn down Vans
Patterned like an atlas map

I witness injustices often now. How come when we learned about the thirteenth ammendment they just "forgot" to mention how it turned the prison system into slavery?

I want to never move on
And yet I want change.
I want to see my friends again 
So time must pass
But I do not want my time to pass.
I turn thirteen 
In a week.

You sit in front of my window
Roots ever searching the earth 
Intertangling with others
Every one spiraling into another
Twisting like locks of uncut hair
Growing for years 
Caked with soil and warmth

My beautiful tree
So different from the rest on our street
The rest bloom white
So boring
So plain
You are beautiful
Your flowers bloom pink
A cherry blossom
The petals twist out from the bud
Slowly spiraling up