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hoodie
it was my hoodie
old and wrinkled
stuffed in the back of my locker
half folded half forgotten
like most of my things -
graduation
the halls grow quieter each day
pages of notebooks thin with time
final bells echo softer than the first
the clock moves forward
but i feel still for a moment
caught between what was
and what waits -
Unfinished
they gather in shadow beyond the monuments
no longer chiseled names but men again
haunted by what they see
each bearing the weight of his vision now worn
washington stands first -
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I’m not his girl
Inspired by “I’m Not That Girl” from Wicked
i thought his glance would mean a bit
that maybe fate had plans unlit
but dreams like that just slip away
he looked at her, not me that day -
The mirror
i look in the mirror
and flinch like it’s a stranger
like the face staring back
should apologize for existing
there’s a weight in my chest
that has nothing to do with flesh
and everything to do
Loves
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Footprints - Haiku
The fresh snow glistens.
Animal prints and sneakers.
Who has walked through here?
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Becky's Sketchbook
The first time I saw her, she was clutching a sketchbook in her arms. It was very plain-looking with a black cover and golden spirals.
Every week at church, she carried that sketchbook. I never saw her without it.
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My Oak Tree, My Hope
Nestled within the plains of the Midwest,
Isolated and alone,
Stands a wholesome oak tree.
Her dark, chestnut body hemmed in by the mucky acorns,
Those of which were shed out of sorrow.
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the thief
Part 1
“Have a good night.”
“You too,” I responded dryly from behind the counter.
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Fragile
Fragile
We all hurt...some worse than others...
They might say they're ok, but they aren't...
They don't want you to worry so they hide their feels...
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My Coming Out Story
Growing up when I was younger, I was raised in a very homophobic, transphobic family. I was taught that being anywhere on the LGBTQ spectrum was evil and would send you to hell.