Poetry

Sometimes it's hard to write poetry

It's almost like the words get stuck

in the folds of my mind before they reach the paper

Or maybe I just can't describe

memory

The sun is warm against my face

The sky is bright blue filled with fluffy clouds

The flowers bloom in every shade of pink, red, and yellow

The laughter of friends and family fill the air

Do you hear our voices? Our voices longing to be free? Our voices that are suppressed time and time again? Simply because of our identities?

I hung in the sky, frowning down at the city below me 

Scowling because Peter Pan went away. 

I had stretched, and my body had run away 

In the years since then. 

My body

drowning in a

hoodie and sweatpants

knowing it won't

and can't

muster the energy

to get up.

Not that I

need to.

It's the middle

of the night.

But it seems

She loves everyone,

so everyone loves her.

Even when she's crumpling inside,

She'll always show the side of her

that's always willing to be positive.

When you want to throw your world away,

A soft and safe hug, 

a friend you never knew you needed, 

a friend that understands you, 

you understand them.

The building stands tall in the gleaming sunlight.

You haven’t been here in years.

You walk in, not quite sure what to expect,

Everything looks weirdly the exact same,

They said to think about who you are 

And who you want to be 

After camp 

And I thought 

What if I don’t know 

The changes I want to happen to me? 

What if change 

I hope that our legacy is our effort to love, that it is the times we held umbrellas above other peoples heads and shared whatever food we had and pointed out the stars.

I worked hard on it

we worked hard on it

cardboard piece by cardboard piece

completed with neon yellow construction paper and pipe cleaners

hot gluing the cardboard

a big cardboard circle on the bottom

It stood there since before yesterday

before last year

before we moved into this house 7 years ago

before I was born

before

         before