MargaretE.

I stand on the edge of a cliff
nothing behind
nothing ahead
but somehow I know it's a cliff

The sounds always vary
the tide ebbs
the fire flows
but never my emotions vary

My blanket holds me tight

A story. Another’s story. Your story. Is there any point to this? Once upon a time does not cut it when it comes to the here and now. Once upon a time is for those who do not tell the truth. 

Truth

Here I am,
across the world
a million miles from home
I'd thought for sure
I could leave behind
The shame from which I come

It sticks to me
with a cloying scent
like blood against the skin
with all my force

Aren't we all just little letters
Jumbled up along a line?
Chosen for us we we're young
And how we are defined

Aren't we all just inky swirls
Scrawled across the page?
Will you truly know someone

Wake up
stare at the wall
put on yesterday's clothes

Knock Knock
it's breakfast time
though you stomach will oppose

Where do you go
in a fifteen foot space
treading window to door
but still stuck in one place

Yes I'm American, but
let's get one thing straight.
Unlike my ancestors, I'm here to learn,
not to exterminate.

I don't stand with my country
when this fool is in charge,
when most of the criminals