Poetry

For breakfast I had potatoes

Fruit

Yogurt and granola

like I do almost every morning

I drank coffee and tea

and took my supplements

like I do almost every morning

It's good to have goals. 

Right?

I mean

They seem like a good idea

The idea of succeeding in something you worked hard for

The thrill of when you finally achieve it

Like finishing a detailed painting

Yo quiero un mundo

de felicidad para todos.

Donde hay no fin de cuánto

tu puedes amor

todos las cosas

tu quieres.

Cree tu eres el sola persona

en el mundo,

y cierras sus ojos

Culture is a peculiar word. 
Holding such importance

In someone’s person 

Celebrated and encouraged 

Songs

Art

Food

Grandma's Zwieback 

Little pockets of answers

My heart breaks

For every snowflake

That twirls down,

Solitary

Amongst a gray sky

It looks lonely, you see

Not as if I don’t know how that feels.

A tree is downed in the forest

It appears as a skeletal hand resting upon the snow covered floor

Brown beneath, like ivory rotting away as it ages 

And pure white on top, bone bleached by the sun.

I sat down to write a poem about politics,

About how our country is tearing itself apart,

About how we’ve tried to glue pieces back together,

About how somehow it’s already been a year.

(This is all a fictional language I created myself called ‘Sacaretan’.

Well.

I'm not really sure what to write about right now.

I've never really published my writing before. 

There are lots of things I could write about. 

Even as we carry the whole world

On our backs, we

Breathe our girlhood through

Whispers and giggles at the lunch table and

Stars brushed across eyelids that have

It started off with two moms, two best friends,
with two young girls with the biggest smiles.
Making handshakes that would last a lifetime,
listening to songs we would sing and dance to,
sharing our laughs and giggles,

It's sand, mud and dirt

but some see the blue beyond

and call it a beach.

She almost forgets.

Summer nights still taste like smoke

and fireflies still dance.