Poetry

No one died

right?

I wasn't affected

but I am affected.

I know them

their situation

we're good friends

but why is all of this happening in my lifetime?

In our lifetimes?

The trees 

lightly dance in the 

 cold 

winter air, 

the birds sing a song 

like a choir the sound 

echoes on tops of hills 

enlightening the day,

The little girl sat in her swing

blond curls the way they are before

you grow up the everywhere I don't care

it looks like my hair was woven from sunlight

a throne for a flower crown.

Sat down drew

on a piece of paper

the land

we knew.

Sat down drew

lines between

us

----

them

it's a squiggle here

decided,

the river's clear

ly a bound

We went to Montreal recently 

On a school trip for our band. 

We almost didn't have a performance to go watch 

Or a friendship concert with another school 

Give the lights a sickly yellow glow

Let me reflect 

The scribbled-on stall doors and brightly-colored posters

Framing her face, to remind her 

Every 

word 

you say has the power to 

alter the 

world,

every sentence has the power 

to 

create 

and 

destroy,

every paragraph has the 

I know how willingly you sacrificed 

My dear, it was not necessary 

You will regret it one of these days

What made you do it?

For every woman being raped.

For every trans made illegal.

For every Native forced out of their home.

For every black person called “lesser.”

I'm sorry 

I'm sorry for what 

My country is doing 

For what we seem to think 

Is OK   

I'm sorry for how 

My president is acting 

As I sit in the grass a sense of magic overcomes me. The mother of all, Gaea, is here.

I can’t see her, but I feel her presence everywhere. She is crying, sobbing, mourning her lost children, the trees, the birds, the bears, the flowers.

I find at night

I am haunted by thoughts.

Simpler things, like

Math assignment due tomorrow, can I finish it by then?

or

Did I really turn in the essay or not? I don't remember...