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somewhere between midnight and june
Lying awake at midnight, watching as each blade of the fan spins around, one by one. My bed absorbs me as I think, "hey, maybe I should write something".
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baby dandelions
golden like the sun
blooming in the spring
till they turn to fuzz
flying in the wind.
what our parents call weeds
what we called flowers when we were young.
seems like such a sweet song
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drenched in love
The fiery sunset gleamed in the heart of the evening while the sparkling rain reflected its capturing glow.
Loves
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Goodbye
Why?
Why is it so hard to say goodbye?
Every time I try, I freeze and can't speak...
Why did you have to go?
Why did you have to leave?
You left without a warning...
I felt like I couldn't breathe...
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It Gets Better
Sometimes
I wake up
And I just can’t
I can’t get up
I can’t go to school
I can’t go get my meds
Why?
Because sometimes
It’s too much
Accepting this world
Is just too much
And I just can’t
Make myself -
Life, Freedom, Joy
For every woman being raped.
For every trans made illegal.
For every Native forced out of their home.
For every black person called “lesser.”
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Dumplings for a Cure
“Lizzyyyy….,” said Marie, twisting her chair around. “I thought I told you to get new shoes,” Marie says. Lizzy looks down at her shoes, caked with dirt and grime, broken from the hours she spent working on her family’s farm.
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My Head Cold
My head cold waits at my bedroom windowsill
Tells me:
‘No, you can’t do your homework. Lie back down and quit thinking so much.’
Tells me:
