no matter what we pray,
no matter what we cry,
no matter what the news anchors deadpan
away,
no matter what the truth is,
no matter the color of the sky,
no matter the eleven years i've waited
for this chance,
no matter the rights of us the people,
no matter what we pray,
today is the day history is being made.
today is the sharp edge of the knife.
today we are pleading and screaming for freedom.
today we are being prepared to die.
Posted in response to the challenge Election '24–Women.
Just some little sentences, quick delights, really, jotted down on a tiny reporter's notebook during a flight from Burlington to Raleigh yesterday. Enjoy and remember that the world is full of delight!
I am eleven years old. I think freedom isn't what they say it is.
I live in the land of the free. I am free,
in most ways.
I can be a black belt.
I can be a published poet.
I can win money for my achievements.
in the halls, we lean against the bulletin boards
and whisper of the latest news, last night's breaking, articles snagged
in the moments before leaving for school. lots of adults
think we are too young to understand
Comments
A healthy interest and care in the world around you is something to hold onto. Keep your spirits high; we don't know the outcome yet!
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