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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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one step at a time
over
whelmed
so
I
bre ak
it
d
o
w
n
to
not
feel
so
out
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Loves
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A Free Verse Poem
"I love you"
You say.
Coming from you it's
Bittersweet.
I always return the gesture
Of course.
I do, after all.
But how can I forget?
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We Can’t Let Him Win
I could ramble on all day about the ethics of all the things our country’s done.
But I won’t.
Instead I’ll say this one thing: it’s going to happen again.
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Smile
it stretches my face apart
not unlike the plates
we learn about in science class.
pulling at my jaw,
cheeks,
lips,
until finally
my whole demeanor
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hope is a thing with feathers?
hope is a thing with feathers, you say.
i met it, once.
it's repulsive.
grotesque.
hideous.
it sings too, apparently.
cawing loudly,
off-key,
at 3 o'clock in the morning.
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sn / ap
i break lines like a maniac
obsessed with meter, st
opping thoughts before they begin
: a psy
chotic insomniac frankenstein's
