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If I Was to Travel Back in Time
I’d see a few things:
The sweet girl my father claims I used to be.
The daughter who adored her dad,
making guitar sounds as a way of insisting
he play his favorite musician -
My Head Underground
Is it wrong for me to ask so much of the world? To ask it to be happy, healthy, and kind? My concern is innately selfish, since my own well being depends on its state of mind. -
Written in Response To Visiting the Ridgely Plantation
I know I can’t grasp the fullness of what happened here. Even as I live and breathe on stolen land, I will never understand the depth of what was done. Never could. Never will. -
Why?
I would place my hand on your beating heart and ask you why.
Force you to look into my eyes and ask you why.
Stroke your grandmother's hair and ask her why.
Pick the lock at the sporting shop and ask him why. -
Doubting
One of my friends said the n-word yesterday.
Or, at least, I think she did.
It just flew out of her mouth.
Like a baby bird,
or a flyaway hair,
pulled out of place. -
Royalty High
We’re running around the city, the lights flash blue and yellow and green and red.
We stumble into a music store, the old type, with records everywhere.
You put on The King.
Loves
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second priority
I've never felt second best,
Being a twin, you get asked a lot of questions:
"Who's older?"
"Who's smarter?"
"Who's the favorite?"
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Closure
She walked out of her classroom, eyes scanning the walls.
The desks, the hallways, the music room, the library.
To some, these are just rooms or furniture.
To her, they are everything.
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