Posts
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permanent
Pages hold the ink
of my pen, tears of my eyes,
power of my words.
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space between two lines
Conflict causes crazy
crisis, confuses me
until I'm numb.
Don't know what
I desire, asking the
question, "who am I, really?"
because I really want to know.
People's perceptions poke
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my mother's love
Your hands cup my tears,
I always come back to you.
You make me smile.
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For the Hundred
Life is a gift
no one deserves
to lose.
One hundred murders
were committed
in my city this year.
One hundred humans
deserving of rights
were killed
in my city
this year.
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that friday feeling
Clock ticking
impatiently waiting
for 3:15
to strike.
Last class
smiles ringing across
the room, eyes
never leave
the time.
Laughter fills
the last day
of the week,
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Loves
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To: Girl Not Named Georgia
555 Far Away College Dorm
City with No Cornfields, Peach State
661.9 Miles Away, USA -
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We the People Sing
We the people sing,
We don’t want to have a king.
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
Acceptance for every adult and child.
All the people rise,
We cry our anger to the skies.
We the people proclaim,
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Irrational
On Sunday night, you can find me empty in my full room.
Head cocked, half leaning on the arm of my chair,
Listening to the mechanical birdsong of my alarm clock.
