Jul 04

redefining america

dear america,

liberty and justice for all. land of the free, home of the brave.

except those we have deemed not good enough
not strong
worthy enough

to make the american dream
a sweet one again.

nightmares wake us up,
and once we are woke
we stand united.

patriotism never meant an undying support for our country.

it's the things we truly love 
that challenge us most.

maybe that's why we need to be willing to fight.

redefine patriotism, america.
determine it to mean not pure devoition
but more simply a willingness to fight against the path our country chooses
in order to build us back up as we fall.
turn our fear into hope
hate into love
and silence into actions.

if we truly love our country
critisize it until we all open our eyes.

we're ready to turn the page
Jul 04

thoughts on a rainy afternoon

the sky is shy some days.
the clouds prefer not to share
their dazed thoughts
and broken hopes and dreams.

the stars don't often contribute
with their speculations of the world below.

sometimes silence sits still in the night air
and holds us.

but in other stolen moments,
the sky opens up.

the rain falls in reflection
of all the things the world above us
doesn't know how to say.

a whisper in a drizzle
a cry in a downpour

sometimes the world
is willing
to give it all a chance

May 27

realizations of forever

we’ll be on our own.

voices drifting with the wind
a thousand songs
and a thousand more.
the simple sadness
of the final notes
lingering on the breeze long after we’ve gone.

if we were ever meant to fly
our feet would not settle for the ground.

we've always longed for comfort.

we knew forever
only meant 'for a moment'

they told us the city was ours.
the sturdiness of its hands touching our own
assuring our arrival back some day.

we’re only human.
lilacs in the spring didn’t ask
to slip away
so soon.
the way the world works
has always been a mysterious

memories whisper in our ears.

set us free.
don't let me go so soon.

maybe we’re not ready.

don’t learn from our broken words.
they reflect nothing
except the wall we’ve built to hide behind.
Mar 15

a letter to the US government

you’ve never met me,
have you?
did you have any idea whatsoever
that i exist at all?

let me introduce myself.

i don’t need you to know my name,
feminist would be fine.
nevermind that.
call me what you like.
i am not defined by your words.

i am writing to you
not to say what you’re doing wrong
or to tell you how evil you are.

i have never met you
so i believe it’s unfair to make judgments.
that much is a lesson i should hope
you’re one day able to learn.

i am writing for change.

immigrants aren’t criminals
unless we make them so
by making it illegal for them
to dream.

women aren’t weak
unless men
are equally weak
and strength has no meaning at all.

love is love
unless you can inform me what else it could be
because i was never taught another definition
so please enlighten me.
Mar 15

Writers for Change

Recently, a few of my friends from school and I have begun a program that we are calling Writers for Change. The idea is to collect poems, essays, short stories, etc. about the changes we would like to see in our country. We plan to send all pieces we receive to the U.S. Congress, along with an attached letter explaining what they are, and what our group's purpose is.

We are looking for work done by any kids under voting age. If you like to write and you want to be involved in current issues and standing up for what you believe in, please write something (or send us existing work) talking about the changes you would like to see, and why you want to see them. Don't hold back! Please share as many pieces as you want. 
Feb 11

who i am

i’m the stranger you see

on a rainy street in the city

after a long day

who you give a half smile

before hurrying home.

the one you never think of again

but for that single snapshot of time

i was