Poetry

I crave physical touch,

I need to feel skin to skin,

I need to be felt,

I crave something I hate.

I've never liked hugs or the feeling of someone touching me,

Head towards the sky

Eyes open

Hearts open

Looking for a shooting star

A spark of equality

A spark of freedom

Eyes search the sky

Spend hours searching

Looking

Hoping

Wishing to wish

I know the rules and rights are 

The same:

For boys and girls

And everyone in between,

We are supposed to stand

On the same uneven ground,

Your words, so sweet and so nice
Your words, we would play and scamper like mice.
We would play dinosaurs or horses, and could you believe,
that I would go to the grave of our friendship and grieve.

I don't hate you. I never have, I promise.

There's moments, glimpses, murmurs in my head

that I think maybe

maybe I hate you

I am saying good bye to you,

my dear reader,

Because I know after I look back over my shoulder you will be gone,

onto the next page,

maybe even the next book,

Democracy, a dream so pure,
In an ethical land, it must endure.
Where common good above all stands,
And unity shapes the people's hands.

Introduction: I would like to believe that home is not a place; it is the people, the family in our lives. We have been given the greatest gift of all, being born into this world.

My rights

Are my mirror

They reflect me

They reflect how people think of me

The mirror is small

Just big enough to see my face

One more year until you're gone,

One more year before I probably won't see you again,

One more year of our many years of friendship being thrown away,

One more year until I break.

There are so many things in this world.

So many things I could write about.

Love, frilly, pink, soft

Cloudy, foggy, angelic,

With jagged edges, the heartbreak that threatens your world,

Please, can't you say it?

I'm tired of guessing.

Why skip around the truth

Rather than outright admitting it?

We dance like fireflies

Flying around

Not hitting the mark

But making a dent