My words don't come
in anything other
than my voice, and
my voice doesn't come
in size-12 Times New Roman;
It comes in butterfly wings and
cluttered poems and ideas that
make up endless stories that
are the traces of the roots
of my heart;
It comes in size-11 EB Garamond, with
ink stains of my dreams.
To be American is to
Listen to the rain fall and to
Let it wash over our faces, just
As all who came before us did
(not just the founding fathers did but
the children, the mothers, those
Top Gun soundtrack and
peanut butter m&m's and
writing poetry for my friends on
torn-out sheets of notebook paper, scrawling
the verses in pink ink that
reminds me of fairy wings and
“You’re beautiful.”
“I’m not.”
“I love you.”
“You don’t.”
“You live in the stars.”
“My feet are planted on the earth.”
“But your eyes are reflecting them.”
“They’re not.”
“Believe me.”
Comments
goated font choice
Agreed. Do you have a favorite font?
any of the garamond fonts! :)
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