Poetry

I slip through the house

tiptoeing through the hallways that loom over my sensitive ears

I enter the kitchen

where a pitcher of lemonade is sitting on the counter.

Yes.

I'm in love with the way you walk,

The way you talk.

I'm in love with the way you sing 

If you texted me,

I'd light up.

Just because of the little ping.

It never happened

that everything was beautiful and nothing hurt

but if it did it would have been

lying in the grass

the kind that surrounds you like the ocean

and flows like a river

The beginners of the beat,

Just learning the ropes,

Figuring out their instruments -

They come in, 

Wide-eyed,

And regard the older kids

With awe.

I love to be looked at this way

I write a lot of stuff

About my friends.

I write a lot of stuff 

About anything,

Everything,

Under the sun I could

Possibly dream up or

Imagine.

But you?

Somehow

You tiptoe around

Your feelings

Keep them in a bag

With a zipper

And zip them up

You say you're like lemonade

You can be sweet

But you can be sour

And people told you

We have something to learn from

(the toddler who smiled

while he peeled his banana

and ate it in five bites

and gave us all high fives)

(the lady with orange glasses gray hair 

Everyone likes

Vanilla ice cream

But chocolate 

Is better

So they take chocolate

And the vanilla ice cream

Just sits there

And melts

Until it's just a puddle

Everyone likes

As a little kid

People used to tell me

How they would love

T0 get in my head

And see where my

Questions

Ideas

Thoughts

Answers

Come from

I bet they thought it would be

This road starts but never ends

It has choices but never a decision

This road loves and never hates

It continues and never stops

This road is improvised by all step foot upon it

It inspires and changes

Revolutions are bathed in blood,

In death, betrayals, and cruelty.

Yet, we often associate them with freedom,

The oppressed rising against the oppressors.

You trace the ridges of the flower.

The sole daisy in this field.

A dot of yellow against a vibrant green.

Your toes burrow in the dirt.

The soil covering your feet.