dear you,
When you've forgotten the reason,
remember a snippet of who you were.
Oblivious.
Hello.
This is hard, but my armor won't get stronger if I don't talk to you.
Poetry
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Growing Up
She used to listen to the snow and think about how beautiful the world was, how magical.
How perfect, pristine, like a flower curled in a tiny fist.
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Why Can’t I be Both
Why can’t I be both
Why can’t I like
Crop tops
And still support
Women’s rights
Why can’t I wear makeup
And still think
All bodies
Are beautiful
Why is it bad
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Into the meadow
Into the meadow we run together,
Faces shining in the sun.
Beneath the starry sky we wander,
'Til what we seek is done.
We play and we laugh
We joke and we splash
In the waters of a shimmering lake.
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Towards the Sun
People see me run
towards the sun
but they don't see
what I’m running from.
I chase one high after another,
picking up the pace to outpace the monster
but when dusk comes
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The Way Of Life
One foot
Infront of the other
Head held high
Flat expression
On my face
The only sign
Of any emotion
Are my fists
Clenched by my sides
Or my thumb
Tapping each finger
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Ashes
No one died
right?
I wasn't affected
but I am affected.
I know them
their situation
we're good friends
but why is all of this happening in my lifetime?
In our lifetimes?
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The Song of the Hills
The trees
lightly dance in the
cold
winter air,
the birds sing a song
like a choir the sound
echoes on tops of hills
enlightening the day,
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They knew what could be
The little girl sat in her swing
blond curls the way they are before
you grow up the everywhere I don't care
it looks like my hair was woven from sunlight
a throne for a flower crown.
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Borders
Sat down drew
on a piece of paper
the land
we knew.
Sat down drew
lines between
us
----
them
it's a squiggle here
decided,
the river's clear
ly a bound
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Hello
We went to Montreal recently
On a school trip for our band.
We almost didn't have a performance to go watch
Or a friendship concert with another school
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The Bathroom Mirror
Give the lights a sickly yellow glow
Let me reflect
The scribbled-on stall doors and brightly-colored posters
Framing her face, to remind her