Poetry

We’re tearing ourselves apart;

Every day this country has loss and darkness that follows us around as if a shadow, clinging to any sign of doubt.

White and Wonderful

 A hair dryer blasting my face as I go down the snowy s

                 Hidden

                 Locked

      Confined  in chains

I'm not a native Spanish speaker, nor am I fluent(I'm learning it in school), so this may be pretty rough.

It’s not the slashes through the timeline, 

Not the practiced cursive

Spelling out names

That we must all know.

It’s the blank in between

Beautiful pink flowers and brown muddy waters

Green bushes and bristles, pushing out from the bank into the sun 

Weeds sprouting out, growing and growing 

(disclaimer: i am not a fluent or native Spanish speaker, obviously. i just enjoy it and am learning it in school so i thought i'd share a short poem i wrote in class.)

jueves

whatever shoes i was given back then i could not possibly let go of.

it was unfathomable. it was an outrage

that the light-up ones, the purple sandals,

even the astronaut rainboots had to go. i wanted them,

When you bite your jacket,

you taste the salt that has soaked in,

all the times you have worn it.

But there is no detaching-

you have sunken your teeth into a moment.

I wish I was...

Beautifully sure of myself like Ae

Bouncy like M

Comfortable in my skin like L

Confident like N

Cool like T

Rain, a thing often described as “sad” but think about it. 
Is rain really sad? It feeds crops, cleans the earth? Does that sound sad? 
Think of it as sad, but if you look, like really look. 

I am sitting here by the fairy lights strung 

Through the interior of West’s bus

Listening to him sleep

Writing down everything that I want you to know