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F-R-E-E-D-O-M
Us humans
continue to put together
our puzzle
piece by piece.
And that puzzle?
The final picture is
freedom.
It spells out the
word, each letter
in blue
F
R
E
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the thunder
Sunny days brought her life.
The flower loved sunny days.
She flourished under the bright star,
smiled at its rise.
But then the next day,
it rained.
Hard.
Like a thunderstorm.
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Loves
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15 shouldn't feel like this
My friends are all getting old
Getting their permit
License
Their own car
Getting boyfriends, girlfriends
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I want to
I'm a poet,
I'm a writer,
I'm a sister.
I'm outrageous,
I'm silly,
I'm weird.
I'm also not special
I'm not better
or the best
But I want to be.
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Some Questions Don't Have Answers
The mirror
It speaks now.
Always talking,
exclaiming, a
constant reminder of the things
that were.
Its image, changing,
sends me back.
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why i petted the dog on the side of the road on a particularly humid texas afternoon
because i was exhausted and cranky
and it was too late in the week to be walking home
and because texas was threatening to rain all over us, especially me.
