Poetry

Every time a women makes 87 cents

A man makes a dollar

For every time a woman gets spoken down on

A man is the speaker

For every time a woman gets called weak

A man is weaker

In order to live, the human body needs three things:

Food, water, and air. 

In order to thrive, the human body needs just a few things:

Shelter, love, and care. 

The clock is ticking, the Earth is crying,
A world once lush, now slowly dying.
The skies are choked with smoke and dust,
The oceans rise, the forests rust.

I'm so mad I can hardly write poetry anymore, 

every word rushes out and tumbles down, 

knocking the inside of my skull, 

a dull roar that follows me to school and home again. 

I know I can't

Wait forever for

That girl to come back

Yet I can't turn 

A new page or

Start on a new chapter 

I think I need her

I'm so afraid 

Staring out the window at the glittering snow

Simply reflecting on long long ago

Watching kids play through shiny tears

Like looking back at my childhood years

Why isn’t there a day people know about to recognize people who are deaf and hard of hearing? 

Why can’t there be one?

It is a day but…

I myself had you look it up to know about it.

And I am hard of hearing.

i have everything i ever wanted, 

the iphone, the apps, the friends, the clothes 

but, 

im still not who i wanted to be

im sorry, how can i be better?

do i work harder? 

I have always loved the stars. 

When I was little, I remember 

locking myself out at night. 

The starlight shone down  

on the ground below, 

You look like a poem 

I wrote at night 

the stars are trapped inside 

those eyes of yours 

and I can't seem to look away 

You look like a poem 

I wrote at night 

We keep going around in circles.

Endless do you like me and what should we talk about,

Endless pretending there is no tension in our texted phrases.

Never really understanding how we ended up here,

One girl’s lanky frame against the dark turf field,

lit up by fluorescent lights 

She saunters toward the building 

holding another girl’s hand