M. Hank

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

what is it?

i've always found it

confusing

why

are we tied to

one person

only

why

is romantic love

more important

than friendship

why

do i push people away

yet long

the smell of snow 

sharp and bright 

like the world holding its breath  

just before it turns new 

I'm sorry,

I didn't do more for us,

that I didn't treat you like you were enough.

I'm sorry,

for not calling you more,

and didn't hold you when you needed it most.

I'm sorry,

(YWP Editor's Note: Congratulations to Csquared! This poem is the November 2025 winner of  The Tomorrow Project's monthly awards!

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.