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To the trees
To the trees,
Your green crowns standing proudly against the sky;
To the trees,
Trunks twisting every which way
Rooted firmly to the earth
With your crests in the clouds.
To the trees,
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Sisters
Where are you going to be
When I need you?
Are you going to stand there
And take it?
Are you going to
Share the load?
Are you going to have my back
When I'm anything but perfect?
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P.E.
Today
We had P.E.
I do not mind P.E. -
I do not care -
I can play sports like any teenager
If not a little better.
There would have been no problem
Except
You had to create one, didn't you?
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Summer
Summer is just around the corner
And I can feel it.
I can feel it in the trees' blossoms under my fingertips,
Every dandelion I pick for a crown that always droops,
In how the mud sinks into my shoes,
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Expectations
There are
So many things.
So many things
So many people
Want from me.
Is it too much to ask for a break?
Am I allowed to
Have a few seconds to myself or
Am I just a machine?
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Is it weird?
Is it weird if
I want to tell you I love you?
Is it weird that
I want to hold you
While I still can?
Is that weird?
Maybe it's
Just me being
Emotional
Or something.
Is it weird that
Loves
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Chicago Audition
I used to walk into a theater and it was salvation.
Stage lights and people who filled up a room,
I was happy to watch them for hours.
I wanted to become some part of that
some part of the instant admiration
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Spring Rain
I don't believe in leaves in March
but here I am, showered full to bursting in May's nakedness
I didn't believe, but I knew the truth, they would come.
I rage,
I weep,
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oh, my momma
momma,
you know,
i was so pretty today.
i woke up on time
you didn’t say anything
before you left
but,
my glasses were clean
my nails were painted,
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For old times' sake
I don't know you.
I knew your laugh and the way your eyes crinkled,
I knew that you loved chocolate and hated shrimp,
I knew everything about you,
But I don't know you.
Not anymore.
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Group Chat
Half a dozen pink hearts
Strewn across glowing white screen
Girls guessing at identities
Of secret beaus
A link to Spotify
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The Bathroom Mirror
Give the lights a sickly yellow glow
Let me reflect
The scribbled-on stall doors and brightly-colored posters
Framing her face, to remind her