Poetry

ugh it's raining again,

i text my best friend when i wake up & look out the window

onto an already gray & gloomy world.

rain rain rain rain rain rain rainy november like all 

 My aunt

was diagnosed with colon cancer

a year ago,

maybe two.

stage 3

we thought she’d have it forever

and when we got the FaceTime 

I was a coward

and ran to my room and cried.

When I first found out that we were 

caught in the hellish net again, 

the blood drained out of my head and 

I 

screamed.

I stayed up as late as I could, but sleep took me.

i love the idea of fireworks

i mean, they sparkle in the sky, and they ignite

they remind me of people and feelings

a purple firework of medium size

Can we address the elephant in the room?

The one in the center there

It feels so big,

In the middle of these small four yellow walls

Some days during the last block of school I feel like falling asleep.

Not because I don't care about school. In fact I want to learn,

Elutheromania:

an intense and irresistible desire for freedom

it wasn't you

It.

Wasn't.

You.

To be American is to

Listen to the rain fall and to

Let it wash over our faces, just

As all who came before us did

(not just the founding fathers did but

the children, the mothers, those

The fear

well, more like terror

and self-consciousness

and discomfort

that comes with thinking that someone is looking at you

their eyes on you

it's truly horrible

You cared;

I tried to.

You did;

I thought I did.

I wanted so badly

to be a character in my books

and to feel longing

to feel needing

to feel love and to

be loved

Batman toasters gave me you.

They gave me a best friend

who laughed with me when no one else would

and ran away from the wasps during recess

(we always went near the fence/shade from trees)

Am I wrong 

for thinking certain things?

Am i wrong for thinking

that sometimes 

the ground beneath me is steady

even as it cracks?

Taught to stand tall, a fortress