LadyMidnight

every poem starts with stars
and ends with rain
because only a poet dares
to stand in each of 
these elements
with an already filled
notebook,
as they frantically scribble in the ripped margins

I noticed today
how to lock
the doors in my math class
in case someone
decides
to bring a gun 
to
school.




 

though ink bleeds from 
my paper cuts and stings
it hurts more to be left behind
i promised i won't run away
but I can hear them all watching
someone else
with baited breath
as i slip through the cracks in the 

You seem to think
I want a vote
a voice
a choice
a brain behind my grin
but all I want are blank ovals 
and a sharpie to fill them in.

I'd color each
in orderly lines
like soldiers
they smolder

each blade of grass
was grown
for you
these birds sing your song
this road goes nowhere just for you
the sun gives you the gift of dawn

these trees bear fruit
so you
may eat
this stream babbles your name

We need Marianne Williamson to be the next president of the United States.