Poetry

Since when did the world mock me?

When was the moment that I walked down the street to a threat of being paved?

A threat on the path I have walked my whole life?

They stare.

They talk.

They even glare.

But what bothers me the most, is that I am aware.

The hatred. 

The comments.

The words...

I just can't take it anymore. 

When you feel the pain, you know you're running in the right lane.

Jumping through the obstacles, dodging the mistakes.

When you get tired, make sure to hit the gas - not the brakes.

When you wake up, yeah, you will be sore.

I will not sleep tonight

I will worry and fret

About the outcome

Of this election

This election

Will either be a blessing

Or a curse

For the next 4 years

I will not stop thinking

Call me home, Mama

Mama call me home

Papa, the night is getting dark

Come out and find me

Call me home

I'm seven years old, in my best friend's backyard

Mama is calling

sitting in bed close to 7 am waiting for the election tracker to light up. 

sitting in bed close to 8 am doomscrolling through election websites knowing it's all futile now.

no matter what we pray,

no matter what we cry,

no matter what the news anchors deadpan

away,

no matter what the truth is,

no matter the color of the sky,

no matter the eleven years i've waited

I've had the same dream 
Again and again 
Night after night 
And I spend day after day 
Thinking about what it means 

I'm standing in front of that building 

Well yes, I am still young

You can call me a kid, but I will never again be

The toddler I was, smiling at joyous things

That I no longer enjoy now that I'm older,

And I like older kid things.

Nothing lives here anymore
Nothing remains 
We all grew up 
And went our own ways 
And nothing is left to prove we 
Ever were there 

Your bike was given to your little brother 

The sun hangs high, a golden blaze,
Filling the sky with unblinking gaze.
It watches over the land, fierce and bold,
Turning the ground to burnished gold.

I’ve been getting unreasonably upset recently 

I don’t know what's wrong with me 

Everything comes out as a silent plea