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How can i think,
when i sit in classrooms built by men
to teach us how to think like them,
and i try—
god, i try to conjugate freedom
in a language that was never mine,
in a room that doesn't feel like home,

Soft pink

mixed with the blue of today

a magenta now

you can see the swirls and streaks of the colors in the sky

warm and cool

the sharp, sincere orange flashes across the horizon

mixing

merging

outside tasting like orange fanta; beautiful.

contagious laughter sweet sticky summer nights

yesterday i wore jean shorts and a white shirt with lemons on it. i forgot seven times that we aren’t going back today.

there are swans all around me 

but they are blind 

or i am invisible 

and i don't know which