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being a teenager is like living in hell
Can you remember
Who you were
Before the world told you
Who you should be?
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i was too much
for you
someday
I’ll be enough
For someone
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her blood is on your hands
This is for everyone
Who has criticized
The body
Of a child
Today
An eleven-year-old girl
Is sitting in a hospital bed
Because she can’t eat a meal
Without feeling guilty
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"Why didn't you ask for help?"
“Why didn’t you ask for help?”
When I didn’t write for weeks
I was asking for help
When I stopped smiling
When I stopped laughing
When happiness became fake
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The Sunset
This is the first poem in my poetry anthology, The Sun Will Rise Again.
I was eight when it began.
I was left clinging to sunshine
As the sun descended below the horizon.
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An excerpt from 'Savior's Regime' - Day 201
Day 201: July 10th, 2119
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This is not America. This is hell.
The school board tells us lies
Promising that they understand
Yet they don’t know
What it’s like
To live in a world
Where you are seen yet never understood
Loves
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One Saturday night
On the windowsill
He sat,
Staring at the sky
Writing words
Known only in his head,
Leaning against a reflection
Watching the moon,
Listening to the wind
Drifting through the trees,
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You and me
You and me, hand in hand like always. From the moment I met you, I’ve felt safe and I can’t really explain why. Maybe it’s the way your whole face smiles when I round the corner, maybe it’s the way we are always laughing.
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our obituary
if i don’t take something from you
ill take the other.
i’ll wash your oceans down to my essence
and eat the dirt that gives you life
the schools of fish shall go to my offspring
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Purple paper
Purple paper ripped out of my notebook
you're beautiful in all the ways
it says in my purple fountain pen
I taught my sister how to hold the pen
and she wrote me the note
