Posts
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Chained
I am forever chained to technology.
Everyday I put on technology that will allow me to hear “normally.”
I will always have to put something in my ear to hear at human standards.
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I Wonder
I wonder every day:
Do you like me?
You look at me sometimes.
I wonder what it could mean.
I wonder if I feel to you what you feel to me.
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Crying
Crying.
It’s something that all of us have done
At some point or another.
Yet it is a sign of weakness!?
And I say that is false.
FALSE
I say that it should be a sign of strength.
So
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A Call To Action
We are a group of people mostly under the age of 18 that according to the government might as well not exist.
We are underestimated by grown-ups
Because we have not been through all of school.
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Shrouding My Differences
Almost every day I wear a hoodie.
To hide a part of me that I can’t escape.
It shrouds my difference from the world.
So that I can seem normal.
So I can fit in.
So that nobody can pick on me about it.
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Daily chaos
Every day at school is chaos.
The noise
The people
All the people
Sometimes I want to hide in a corner
To get away.
To recenter myself.
So that I don’t break down.
Loves
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Grow Up
When I come home from school
and my parents ask how my day was
my answer is almost always
"Irritating"
or
"Bad"
or
"A pain in the butt".
Why?
Because my classmates will
scream
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fighter
once i sat down on the curb and told you, love, these things aren't what we're used to.
we're stop signs like angels circulating (don't breathe, don't move)-
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living
" if i am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man. " - Kinder Than Man, Althea Davis.
if i am killed,
mangled and beaten,
for simply living,
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Sit and Listen.
“Harris is a communist,” My grandfather protests.
“Better a communist than a felon,” My father shoots back.
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Stained-Glass Girl
you should be an image in stained-glass windows
the same ones you trace with your eyes every sunday
while hymns echo in your ears, words
you've known so long you forget the meaning.
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Morning, But Not Really
it’s 2am and i’m still lying awake
with thoughts in one hand and feelings in the other.
how can i go to sleep with a head full of stars
and my face running away
up into the sky