Scarry Night

When I wake up,
when my eyes open
for the first time in hours,
I prepare for the day ahead.
I brush my hair,
brush my teeth,
eat breakfast,
get dressed.
And when I go outside,
I stare at the brittle grass,

There are
some moments,
when I know just 
what to say. 
When I know just 
what to say
to make someone feel
less doubtful,
less put down,
less afraid.
But,
while there are 

About two years ago,
I joined YWP. 
About two years ago,
I began sixth grade.
About two years ago,
I walked through 
the halls of the 
middle school,
quiet,
unsure of how to act,

Summertime,
the time for relaxation,
the time for seemingly endless sleep,
has come to an end.
And although my heart,
my mind,
saddens with the thought
of saying goodbye to so much,
the sticky heat,

So often,
I find myself giddy
with excitement.
Excitement for summer,
excitement for the independence 
that will come with it. 
So often,
I find myself 
nervous,
sad,
a mix of many

Days pass,
the air begins to lose
its cooling whispers,
and sweat drips
ever so slowly,
solemnly,
down your back. 
As you rise from 
your chair,
which sits with boredom,
watching the dust pile up,