maelynslavik

I started getting folded-up sheets of blank loose-leaf paper from a girl in my algebra class six years ago. I still remember the first one I got in Junior year.

The snow was melting

when you talked to me

when they talked to you

when we stood with them

and their thinning perfume

their black backpacks

their straightened hair

their plans of the ride home.

You said today-

today was supposed to be a day of unity.

A day of unity for her.

But instead of having a day of unity 

that won't do anything in the long run-

Just stop!