Futaba

I pick at my face

on a daily basis.

Rub my fingers over

my acne scars and oily skin,

every unwanted mark

that supposedly makes 

me beautiful.

I try to convince myself

apology to the mirror

 i say sorry to the mirror
 for looking away too fast.
 for calling her names
 that no one deserves.

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When did our country become a monarchy?

When did it become an autocracy?

We vote, yes

But this new ruler

This new president

This new king

He’s broken law after law

Stripped away peoples rights

Restrain the roaring voices 

to prevent the foreseeable fights 

filled with rage and hatred 

that could permanently appall 

the people of this world. 

Lips must sculpt more smiles, 

To adults, we’re just kids with phones. To us, those phones are the only way we’re ever heard.