Poetry

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 

Every 

word 

you say has the power to 

alter the 

world,

every sentence has the power 

to 

create 

and 

destroy,

every paragraph has the 

I know how willingly you sacrificed 

My dear, it was not necessary 

You will regret it one of these days

What made you do it?

For every woman being raped.

For every trans made illegal.

For every Native forced out of their home.

For every black person called “lesser.”

I'm sorry 

I'm sorry for what 

My country is doing 

For what we seem to think 

Is OK   

I'm sorry for how 

My president is acting 

As I sit in the grass a sense of magic overcomes me. The mother of all, Gaea, is here.

I can’t see her, but I feel her presence everywhere. She is crying, sobbing, mourning her lost children, the trees, the birds, the bears, the flowers.

I find at night

I am haunted by thoughts.

Simpler things, like

Math assignment due tomorrow, can I finish it by then?

or

Did I really turn in the essay or not? I don't remember...

At school

we're doing a poetry unit.

"Oh cool, we write poetry all the time!"

My friend says.

What we didn't realize, though,

was that the teacher turned on the tap

to our inner selves

What if you were 

just 

a thought, 

an idea, 

a possibility, 

a thing floating 

with nowhere to 

The deep, unconscious current guards

my hopeless human figure from

the continuous plume of silence 

echoing below my floating forearms. 
 

my pure body is tossed in a 

Unexpected

Dress for sun, for warmth, for joy

Suddenly

Rain, clouds, cold, hurt

Descend

Turn around and go away

If I hand you my heart

My heart made of glass

Don't shatter it

Don't have the shards

Splay across the ground

Don't hand it to someone else

To crush it

Beneath their fingers

But if it does