Writing

I hate tonight's sunset 

So happy and free

Obnoxious orange dances around the clouds 

Don’t they know I’ve had a bad day

Prologue ~ Ivanna

I find peace in simple things that are small. One thing that brings me peace is lying outside on the grass with my mom. We both really like to watch the clouds and tell each other the shapes or animals that we see.

I dreamed

I was a bird

in an open hayfield,

flying through 

playfully, 

never stopping to notice

that the sun was setting.

Convinced that their democracy 
Is the only democracy 

My brethren fall heavily into the rubble 
A reflection of my own clay, 
A memory of our shared fire. 

it is terrifying to read two hundred and fifty-year-old writing condemning the king's actions and realize the president (king) of your country is guilty of all of these