Sunflower
My favorite flower is a sunflower
Sunflowers represent
Happiness,
Positivity,
And Loyalty
There is more but these I personally think are the best and most important...
Opinion
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The Next Step
What do I do,
as a black woman,
when they get control?
When the consequences
don't matter anymore?
When I watch my people
get bullied,
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Mundane
a lesbian couple on my bus home from school
a man in a punk battle jacket on the street
my mother's female CEO group chat blowing up
four of my teachers taking the following day off
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Speechless
I mean what do you even say? I feel like I can't trust my fellow Americans. I'm walking down the street, looking at people. Wondering "did you vote for the man who wants to take away human rights? MY rights?" How could evil win?
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America, the Circus
The circus masters release the red beast,
its mane flowing, great fangs bared,
ready to take a bite out of the audience,
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Speak
Today felt the same as yesterday.
Nothing changed
But there was a silence
That echoed in the voices
I heard.
Today felt as if nothing changed.
I got up, brushed my teeth, -
Today
Today I've walked around school in a haze
I don't know what to do
How to feel
I don't understand
How he won again
I don't think I want to understand
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Red (white and blue)
Red:
The color of blood
The color of the hearts that are going to be ripped out
ripped out and thrown aside.
Red,
the color this country became
as of... yesterday?
White:
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Stupidity
Some people vote, but never think,
Their choices shallow, quick to sink.
They cheer and boast, with voices loud,
But wisdom’s lost inside the crowd. -
Results
Results
In a country that was once blue
It is now red
It is now scary
Results
Flood in
From different states
Battleground states
Is there blood there?
Results
Determine our country
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Where did our freedom go?
Freedom is to have the right to
Speak,
And to Think
But
What happened to that freedom?
Where did it go? Did we lose it, or did we never actually have it?
They tell us we can think what we want
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Reality
I write too much of things that aren't real. The imagined fear and pain of living a life I haven't got.
This life I have, this life is real, and I am on the precipice of demise.