How I began to write
I have always loved words. I read a lot of books in elementary school like The Chronicles Of Narnia and The Magic Treehouse Series. It wasn’t until a unit on poetry in middle school that I realized I loved to write too.
Nonfiction
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I don't know
I just sit all day in alternate reality bored out of my mind all I do is read and thats not enough I havn't seen my best friend in four months and I see her tommorrow the only thing I do is sit I'm so bored- -
Smile
Hey you.
I want to ask you something.
How many times have you doubted yourself today?
How many times have you said I can't do it?
How many times have you said no to something,
Have you told yourself that you're not good enough? -
Invisible
Invisibility.
The child known as former me always wanted that as her super power.
But now,
I just feel,
Invisible.
They're all to busy,
And I get it.
I'm almost all grown up,
I don't need as much attention. -
We Need Equality
Although individuals in America like to say that this country treats everyone as equals, it doesn’t. In the mid 1900s, there stood a strong man. His name was Martin Luther King Jr. and he had a goal. He wanted equality. -
How can I write
What do I write about
when
people are dying
people are mistreated
people are misguided
people are screaming
people are crying
people are morning
people are shouting
people are angry
I say "people" -
Little She, Again
Here is a letter to you,
One you will never see.
Dear little she,
I'm so sorry about everything.
I wish I could have told you sooner,
But it wasn't mine to tell.
My sweet girl, -
the long and unedited list
- large snakes
- getting my license
- opening the oven when it is very hot
- kissing her
- an alligator that can not survive in the wild
- falling asleep next to someone
- welding
- waking up next to so
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The piece I read the cacs.
To shovel is to leave the dirt behind.
To leave a friend is to never go back.
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Depressed Cow
There's not really one single word,
To explain how I'm feeling.
It's just a misty dampness,
Hovering on my shoulders,
A constant news channel,
Broadcasting everything I have to do.
A never ending question.
A look of worry. -
We Are Not Insignificant
I was laying on my back, talking to my best friend. The towel beneath me had grown wet with the chlorine and sweaty water from our neighboorhood pool, so I was resting my hands on the warmth of the tennis courts. -
George Floyd
Warning: violent actions and death is described.
One upon a time, there was a man named George Floyd.
He moved to Minneapolis, parting from long time friends and family.