Siyona.S.stay

People see me run 

towards the sun

but they don't see

what I’m running from.

I chase one high after another,

picking up the pace to outpace the monster

but when dusk comes

Every 

word 

you say has the power to 

alter the 

world,

every sentence has the power 

to 

create 

and 

destroy,

every paragraph has the 

I'm sorry 

I'm sorry for what 

My country is doing 

For what we seem to think 

Is OK   

I'm sorry for how 

My president is acting 

If I hand you my heart

My heart made of glass

Don't shatter it

Don't have the shards

Splay across the ground

Don't hand it to someone else

To crush it

Beneath their fingers

But if it does

I dragged my feet through the untouched snow. It seemed to be falling faster and faster. My camera hung from my neck  and bobbed up and down as I walked. My sneakers were soggy but I kept walking on.

There is a man on the corner of 87th and Amsterdam. I do not know him, and he does not know me. He wears a red T-shirt with red sweatpants. He wears a red coat with red shoes. He wears a red ski mask on his face.