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Not Quite What I Imagined
I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books.
Little did I know that would later come true.
It’s not quite what I imagined, though. -
I do not understand
I do not understand how some people choose to live in ignorance of the world around them
Ignorance is not bliss
It is deciding that you do not care to know about the struggles of others
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WTH, world
Black and white
The conflict the world can't seem to get over
Why can't we all just be people?
This is no difficult task, to accept others
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Every Single One
The sky is not falling
Chicken Little went home
I wish this corrupted land was not my home
The politicians flew too close to the sun
I have now learned how a cheeto can run
The sky is falling
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What can I do now?
It's out of our control
And so we'll sit and watch
As a despicable man
Takes
And takes
And takes
"Stay strong"
"Don't give up"
"There's power in silence."
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A long time
It's been a long time since I have felt truly at ease with my friends
Since I've been able to laugh freely, smile easily, and be unapologetically myself
But now I have found people who make me feel accepted and celebrated
Loves
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Are you aware that we're making history?
Blood and murder and starving people.
An orange man on his self built pedestal.
It is on the breaking backs of suffering Americans that he stands.
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The Tomorrow Project: Contest Details
Each submission will be considered for the Tomorrow Project's awards, publication, and exhibits.
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dwindling stars
It's the little things at first, right?
Yes, I rather think so.
It always starts bright
The light reaching my eyes
Only after the delay
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Play Pretend
You can't rule with an imaginary crown,
we left the real ones on the shelf in Great Britain,
hundreds of years ago.
We left to be free,
we the people would love to be free.
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the sound of a room during a poetry reading
hushed murmurs, a squeaking chair
low mmms and ahhhs and snaps
and a poet standing dead center to begin dissection —the act of pulling out an intestine to test the color for ink
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fire and fury
poetry is false
and i am fake,
the world is spinning
on an invisible axel
and i am screaming
at the top of my lungs
out into darkness
with no one to hear me