ThisIsMyLetterToTheWorld

It was my fault completely

I’ll say that much

But to my defense it was July

And I don’t do much thinking in July

I don’t meet many deadlines in July

They told me that my school email would die in July

Nighttime: 

My eyes drooping.

The night sky, black as paint.

The nocturnal still venture out in 

these ungodly hours. 

By Edie Taylor, 10, Montpelier, submitted by Lauren Chabot, Main Street Middle School

“Why do the small things matter to you?”

I’ve never been asked this question, 

but I’ve thought about it numerous times. 

Why do they? 

There to Discuss

Their Rights at Bay-

Gathered in a Room 

There, their word lay

She's Trapped-

She's Separate-

Sad and Mad the same-

Escape is a Mere Memory