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I Am Prepared
I line up my pencils
And sharpen them well,
I will be prepared if you can’t tell.
Cause today in math class I will understand!
And not just give up and draw on my hand.
I’ll ask all my questions-
And I will engage- -
Trouble in Treble is Fine
trouble in treble is fine.
treble in trouble is not.
treble in rebel is fine.
While rebel in trouble is not.
what ever the hubble
with rebel and treble,
we'll fix all the trouble they've got.
the hubble wih rebel is mad. -
Just Me
Kinky-curls
Prideful -
Muisc
CDEFGAB
Cutting the air in tones of wonder
Defying duels with bonds of chords
Escaping closed rooms, and solid walls
Flying through time and frozen in it
Gifting ears with familiar comforts -
The Happiness of Mine
NOOOOOOO
The calandar has made me sad.
I look to see the date:
One week left till school returns - I really hate my fate.
I like to learn - don't get me wrong,
but drama comes with school.
Unlike the winter break so calm, -
Praise My Failing Grade
The F I got the other day
I put it in my pocket.
I did not stress about that test
It seemed I just forgot it.
Math is not my subject
Loves
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Misplaced Trust, and What Comes After
I will give you my heart;
A little glass thing.
It reflects the stars burning in your eyes.
You will drop it on the sidewalk,
And call all of my broken pieces beautiful.
Pick it up shard by shard,
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Not yours
Women’s bodies are not yours for the taking
Not your land that’s up for sale
Not your home to destroy
Not your food to fill your belly
Take your greed elsewhere please
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someday
someday it'll be too
late. someday you'll wish
you had hugged them tighter.
you thought you would see them
again. you thought
endings didn't happen this way,
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A Glimmering Pool of Inspiration
A bubble of light rests atop the water,
Glimmering and glinting across the lake.
It’s a pocket of sunshine,
A pillow of glowing hope,
A pool of life.
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A Poem of Mythical Beasts
There’s a story to tell,
one of dragons and queens.
A story that’s as alluring as a bell —
in the dead of night, when all is not what it seems.
When the stars align, showing the way of the earth,
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Spooky Season
When the air is crisp,
with a chilly breeze,
fall puts a spell on me.
The leaves fall in a wisp,
as an artist weaves-
a portrait of the fiery sea.
Though, it’s not February,
love seeps through the air.