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More Cowbell
We cheer and shake our cowbells, waving at passing cars.
Sometimes they roll down their windows, clapping and cheering back.
Sometimes they roll their eyes and look away, avoiding eye contact.
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Not a Hurricane, just a Cyclone
I'm not drowning in water, but words.
A feeling comparable to what I imagine standing under a waterfall feels like.
The longer you stand there, the more painful and heavy it gets.
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THE ENIGMA THAT IS AMERICA
It's so interesting that a country founded by people from hundreds of different places now looks down upon immigrants.
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My vow
I will fight forever
When it seems like all is lost I will fight harder
When I trip and fall I will bleed words and be stronger
When I can no longer write I will speak until they cower
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Is it magic?
I have never been quite sure if books were truly just words on paper, the ideas of authors who are just ordinary people or if they are magic incarnate.
Because they have never, ever just been words on paper to me.
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Closure
She walked out of her classroom, eyes scanning the walls.
The desks, the hallways, the music room, the library.
To some, these are just rooms or furniture.
To her, they are everything.
Loves
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Social Media
Living in the 20th century means everything is online. The way students complete their assignments is the way careers are shaped. Being a teen growing up in the digital age means that everything we know and love is online.
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I wanna be a literary girl
& walk around soho with maxi skirts & matcha & annotate the bell jar in velvet blue ink on curling pages with garamond font & wear my hair long down my back & dark sunglasses pulled up on my head & bangle bracelets that sli
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still a while to go
I was so quiet then,
standing all alone against the concrete wall
in ill fitting jeans
with an awkward bob made of my soft blonde hair.
I listened instead of speaking
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Really?
How can you say that you are a provider of justice?
You pledge loyalty to sin like it's a hobby
just to turn around with a cross in hand
and sickly smile in the next.
So explain to me how you should get to decide
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I’m The Worst, I’m Your Sister
“You’re a jerk”
“You’re the worst sister in the world”
“I hope I never see your face”
“Stop moming me”
Every time I reply with
I love you too
I’m a jerkI do your chores
How could I
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When will it be my turn
when will it be my turn
when will it be my turn to be loved
when will it be my turn to be told i'm everything to someone
when will it be my turn to feel pretty, otherworldly, stunning