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I’m not brave enough to write his name
We made a bet when we were sixteen.
Actually, you were fifteen.
I knew I’d lose. I did it so you would continue to speak to me. I liked seeing you care about something healthy.
Is that okay to say?
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Remembering Snow Days
This piece is a textual representation of what I was thinking this morning when I woke up to a snow day. My university classes are cancelled for today and it reminded me of what it felt like to be a kid on a snow day playing outside.
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A River of Tears
Every day when we stand for the pledge, I feel like a curtain has fallen over me,
holding me down.
I remember who is president for the next four years.
And I want to cry.
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My Mother's Shoulders
My mother wasn’t born this strong.
No, her strength comes from years of labor.
Labor of the body,
Labor of the mind.
My mother’s shoulders are strong;