I stand still, confused,
My eyebrows furrow as they stands in front of me
With bright smiles.
The air lights up with their presence,
Dancing in the sun,
Or are they the sun?
They live with arms that don’t burn,
With smiles that don’t blind,
With voices that don’t poison,
Only with hearts that are open-
To me,
For me,
With me.
I stopped standing the day that everyone else stopped standing for us
I have not put my hand over my heart in over a year because what is there to hide?
I was born here with the blonde hair and blue eyes
Her life flashes before my eyes
intertwined with his chained heart
Her smile is present even as she breathes
blood
rats surround the alley
a few more steps
1... no no no they wouldn't do this to her
My friends are not Australia but I wish they were. Because if they were, then there would be no world where I have to save them from doom scrolling thousands of perfect bodies that a 13 year old can't and shouldn't have.
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