Who I am
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?
Poetry
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Wendy Darling
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.
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bloodshot
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
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The Girl I Wanna Be
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,
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Dog love
A soft and safe hug,
a friend you never knew you needed,
a friend that understands you,
you understand them.
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memory
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,
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The Stone and the River
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 -
Legacy
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.
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if only
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
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Norbert the Norwegian Maple
It stood there since before yesterday
before last year
before we moved into this house 7 years ago
before I was born
before
before
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The "bejeweled" stapler
This was for a prompt where you choose an object and write about it - my object was a mini stapler covered with plastic gems.
The stapler sat on the pedestal-like black block
small, but still bound by gravity
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Summer camp
Nostalgia
I love this place
This camp
Third year
With my cousin best friend
And...it feels like school
There are people from school
Which
Even if I like them
Makes me tense up