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Eight hours of madness
Blue doors
Hard, cold white tiles lined with blue ones
Walls painted a bland white
This is my cage.
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Four and a half senses
I was gifted with four and a half senses
The first was the gift to see the world
Opening my eyes
Seeing the sharp lights
Blinding at first
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Losing Control
Every day I spend
Afraid
Of what you might do to me
Every word you say is like a gunshot
To the chest.
Loves
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She Cries Too
She is filled with more beauty than anything else
She is made in the very image of God
She is crafted by His hands, formed and fixed to be divine
She holds flowers and bugs and skies
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poster board signs/attend all the protests
the permanent marker squeaks across the page black sharpie mimic the scream rage & awareness & hands off hands off hands OFF MY BODY you call this democracy?
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We're Next
Whispers travel in the halls at school
Weaving into people's brains
And people decide whether they like
What is going on
In a split second
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I Picked a Flower and Saw the Stars
When I lean against my grandma
On the green couch
She talks about things that used to be
Does that mean
When I’m her
My grandkids won’t understand
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To the Popular Girl
Everything you do is acceptable
We stand with open arms
At your next word
There’s an imaginary red carpet
Laid out for you in the halls at school
