Posts
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Today
I do not write happy things.
Today I will.
Today I will breathe
ignore the sick feeling growing
in the back of my throat.
Today I will drink water
feel it burn the raw throat
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Redacted
You walk down the hallway, suspicion on Your tongue. You remember it all, except You don't because Your memory is awful.
Everything is capital R E D A C T E D. Redacted. Gone.
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Drill It Out
Inspired by the lockdown drill and debrief I had in school today
Cold hands on my shoulder that chilled to the bone
A school hallway, a morning like a dream. A class change.
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The Scottish Play
It's too late to be awake.
Devastation crawls in the wake
of everything.
My eyes are burning
physically, actually
in no poetic manner
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That's that, I suppose.
Look, even she's crying.
A girl pointed at me, before first period
Look, even she's crying
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Old Friends
Call me home, Mama
Mama call me home
Papa, the night is getting dark
Come out and find me
Call me home
I'm seven years old, in my best friend's backyard
Mama is calling
Loves
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Wife of a Nation
You vacuum the carpet in the same direction,
straight lines like ribs, hoping to be noticed,
hoping someone sees proof of you,
the ghost of your hands pressed into the fibers. -
Crave
I crave physical touch,
I need to feel skin to skin,
I need to be felt,
I crave something I hate.
I've never liked hugs or the feeling of someone touching me,
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pensées sur le chou-fleur
cut the cauliflower, as they cut you
wash the cauliflower, when you wash away your sorrow
sprinkle pepper
sprinkle salt
sprinkle cheese
sprinkle love & home, until it's enough
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I’ll Say It: I Hate Our President
I’ll say it: I hate our president
All my life, people have written me off as
“different”
“possessed” and
“antisocial”
And while yes
I am different
I am not possessed
I am disabled
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Not Quite What I Imagined
I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books.
Little did I know that would later come true.
It’s not quite what I imagined, though.
