Posts
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I bleed in writing
there’s this gaping hole
in my heart
yet they never noticed I was
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The Rise and Fall of A Star
Inspired by The Mysteries of Wivera, my own book series
We were rising.
Like twin flames,
Dancing in the darkness,
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The Sunset - 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.
It all started as a blank page
Until slowly, painfully,
My heart began to bleed
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the pleas of a prisoner
I am in the eighth grade at a junior high school in Texas. Please, if even for a brief moment, let my voice be heard.
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Idealized Woman
Why are women
Supposed to
cower
Before man’s expectations?
Why do we
succumb
To their
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Loves
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Before
I miss the days
When we would run through the fields
And swim in the pond all day
Smiling and using kayaks
I miss the nights
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Silent Warriors - Like Us
“Your grades don’t matter,” they say. But when you get a B, they yell at you.
“You’re so healthy,” they say. But when you touch one potato chip, you need to stop eating so much.
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We're Still Kids
I hang candy necklaces from the tips of my fingers
All the way to your reaching palms.
We smile like we're kids again. Maybe we always were,
But who realizes that anymore?
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My low
your features don’t contort when you cry.
tears skate down your face until they get caught
on the side of your nose
or the tip of your chin
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Freedom Isn't What They Say It Is
I am eleven years old. I think freedom isn't what they say it is.
I live in the land of the free. I am free
in most ways.
I can be a black belt.
I can be a published poet.
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A Currency We Haven’t Learned to Spend
I wake up in a world that’s always moving,
a second away from breaking.
I scroll through the noise,and I wonder what happens when the screen goes dark.