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Race to Christmas
Fly out of bed
Hit your head on the fan
Watch as it swings
Dress as fast as you can
Storm to your sister's room
Don't knock, lightly tread
Then bust through the hinges
And leap on her bed.
Shake up the bed -
Reversed
Not again.
Three cases in my tiny school.
From where, from who? Who knows?
And yet it's clear that for this year
That's the last I'll see those folks.
Did I look them in the eye
As I asked about their day? -
wHaT A yEaR
Where to begin in this almost passed year of 2020.
It wasn't fun, to put it simply.
It was kind of horrifying.
But- I mean- there had been some good parts.
Like the time when- um- Frozen II came out. -
12 Days of Zoom School
(inspired by the Twelve Days of Christmas song. Follow the same format when reading!)
On the first day of zoom school my teacher gave to me
An essay test in history.
On the second day of zoom school my teacher gave to me -
Black Fish Net Tights
Its been over a year.
An entire year since I met you and never saw you again.
And you've yet to leave my heart.
And yet I can still picture your face.
Your presence that made my heart melt with something I've never felt before. -
Loves
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speak
its funny,
funny how you tell me to stay silent when all you do is speak.
i cry sometimes,
i cry sometimes to sleep,
because all i can think about is you.
and i'm not a big fan of you.
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Beloved Aphrodite.
Beloved Aphrodite,
goddess of love and beauty.
Lady Aphrodite,
guiding everyone to love and acceptance,
for them and for others,
and for now and for good.
Venus,
the planet of love,
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The little girl at midnight
Once upon a time,
There was a little girl
Barely above the age of 7
Forcing her eyes
To stay open
Awaiting the new year
The little girl
Was excited
She believed
Everything would work out
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gratitude
My happiness had grown tremendously after a week of using a gratitude journal. Taking a moment each night to reflect on something or someone you are grateful for made my day so much better. It helped me focus on the positive aspects of my life.
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The Blue Bucket
I was 11—just a little girl playing on the swing set. I saw the picnic table, a white mother and her daughter were walking toward me. They were getting closer and closer as their baritone steps bared down on the rough pavement.
