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Yin and Yang
And then there were two,
Sitting on a bench by the bus stop.
Waiting.
Watching.
Two kids - teenagers - then young adults.
On different sides of the same story.
One representing tails
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Witness to my Life
A bracelet.
The bracelet.
There's a difference.
For me, my bracelet is the bracelet.
The bracelet of my dreams.
Of my story.
Of my past.
Of my life.
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Growing Pains
Growing up isn't something you enjoy
Unless you're, like,
Five,
And the world is still golden,
And you can't see
The hourglass
And the grains of sand
Falling
Falling
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It's Already Been a Month
Back to school
Isn't back to school anymore
But it feels like it is.
It started a month ago
A month and one week ago
And still it feels like the first day.
I came from sixth grade.
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Textures
I don't know
If I'm the only one who has these things
But I figured I'll write about it anyway;
After all, the whole point of writing
Is to share
Your life
Your story
Your perspective
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Dreaming
Dreaming
To me
Is a space where you float
Where you soar
Where you fly.
There are no limits.
It's not the future
But sometimes the past.
They don't define you.
They free you.
Loves
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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
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Vulnerable
At school
we're doing a poetry unit.
"Oh cool, we write poetry all the time!"
My friend says.
What we didn't realize, though,
was that the teacher turned on the tap
to our inner selves
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An Idea
It is started by a piece of paper
written in blue pen ink
smeared as it is folded twice
passed to a friend.
Purple marker replies to blue pen
folded up the same way as before;