Poetry

Sometimes I worry that I will get treated differently because of my differences.

I know that it probably won't happen in school with teachers

but you can't stop kids from doing anything 

not in middle school

never thought that i would see,

rip next to bootsy.

and i never thought i would see,

at the same time,

"rip pop-pop,"

"thank you for helping me."

i never thought i would be,

This piece is a textual representation of what I was thinking this morning when I woke up to a snow day. My university classes are cancelled for today and it reminded me of what it felt like to be a kid on a snow day playing outside.

The girl always sits right there at Table 5. 

I am the boy who makes food without the order.

I have always been able to do it.

Know what people need to eat, I mean.

Sunny, for instance, lost his mother.

We’ve wandered here from far and wide

To this old building drawn in like flies

Our feet have been blistered and our boots worn thru

And out in the cold our hands turn blue.

Silence spreads. 

It blankets churning mouths like grazing cows come frost.

Never has the silence echoed so. 

An overwhelming explosion, no one trying, this is our world, but across the bridge, family waits.

To feel accepted is an experience among most, change to others, opportunity awaits.

Rain patters down on doorsteps 

Houses, roofs and windows

Every where it clatters down 

Diminishing the rainbows 

Houses moan and creek 

Groaning with agony 

Sidewalks take the pain

It feels like drowning in expectations while trying to convince the world I can swim. 

I’m always performing.  

The pressure is suffocating. 

I'll miss you 

I'll miss you every time I hear that song 
And every time I feel the need to tell someone something 
That I know they don't need to hear

I'll miss you every fall 
And every winter 

Girlhood is texting your crush because it's late at night and you don't know any better. 

Girlhood is staring way too hard at the prettiest girl in class.