Poetry

We are people,

First off.

People that for decades

have screamed into the abyss of

wealthy ignorance.

We have lent voices far and wide

without results.

We have carved mountains with the 

news

“We the people”

Encapsulates everyone.

Not those of a certain party

Not those of a certain race

Not those of a certain background

It was purposefully written

To include everyone.

and there is room at our table, oh so much room we are simply

bursting with food, we are overflowing,

uniformity is not a problem in our sukkah. we can

we stayed up til one a.m. last night

thirteen girls in a living room simultaneously laughing at nothing

& yelling at each other to please please please shut up.

we had ice cream cake and hawaiian pizza

“When you’re living on your knees you rise up.”

Some people are on their knees because

They’re bowing down to him.

Some people are on their knees because

They’re hopeless.

Here, take my hand.

I see someone that I wish I looked like and I hope she is living a perfect life with the right body and doesn’t have to stay up as late as I do in order to feel things and doesn’t even know about me or what I do while I wait for things t

I wake and hear the pounding of rain on the roof

A type of giddiness fills my stomach,

My lips turn into a smile,

And I snuggle deeper under my comforter

For the first time in a while,

8:07 pm

i cannot fathom why i suffer

while these brown eyes stare back at me

i press my fingers to my reflection

the mirror is so cold.

"why can't i have eyes the color of the sky?"

i whisper to myself,

"I have a feeling, a terrible fear encroaching

That I'll never love a boy

The way I love the ocean."

-Maya Hawke, "To Love a Boy"

When you don't talk to me during class i think you hate me...

When you sit next to me, but don't say a word I think that you're just pretending to be my friend...

We are not the daughters

Of mother earth, but

Her sisters;

Each morning we rise and

Watch the dawn

Of the new day sparkle

She sat on a bench in the park when I passed her and I said

Who are you waiting for and she said

He’ll come

He’ll come and I left and I came back and she was still there

He’ll come