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Hearts Are Tricky Things
Hearts are tricky things.
They beat,
they break,
they shatter to bits
if you are not careful.
Hearts should come
in a package that says
Fragile
Handle with care
in yellow tape on the outside. -
Me
I am the person
who cowers in corners
hides behind
the what-ifs and could-have-beens
because she is afraid.
I am the person
whose shout is merely a whisper,
whose footsteps leave no imprint on the ground.
I am the person -
In the Woods
Sunlight dances
across the leaf-covered ground
as we step into the woods
tucked away behind my school.
The trees,
once stark and bare,
now burst with brilliant green.
A light breeze ruffles my hair,
and I know -
Calliope's Odyssey Chapter 1
I walk through my garden in the chilly night air. Shivering, I look longingly back towards my house, wishing I could just grab a cardigan from my room and be done with it. -
Mirror Self
I look in the mirror,
and I wonder
who the person
staring back
truly is.
I see myself,
the self I've always known.
Yet I wonder,
is this really me?
Is my inside-self
separate from my
outside-self, -
Enough
you're too young,
they all say.
their voices echo through hallways,
creep into the tiniest
crevices
of my brain.
you're too young,
you can't be anything,
do anything.
you're so young,
Loves
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Living Situations
My friend's home is beautiful.
It's got green walls with flowers all over. The floor is soft and plush. It's warm but only in summer, and it's too cold in winter. But my friend likes it just fine.
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Confession
When I think about tomorrow,
I see the calculus test I have not studied for
and the five overdue assignments with long-received
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pajama pants & regret
i wore brightly patterned pajama pants today
because it was blue-and-gray-go-wolves spirit week at school and
they fit the whole cartoonish hearts theme. you
wore black sweatpants and your favorite blink-182 shirt,
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Girlhood (A List)
Girlhood is texting your crush because it's late at night and you don't know any better.
Girlhood is staring way too hard at the prettiest girl in class.
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it only took five years to get my black belt...
five years spent practicing, learning, building community around myself, so beautiful
here on the mats, ponytail swinging, laughter,
saturdays from nine to ten-thirty, then eight to ten-thirty,
