Writing

Most of my family lives in Connecticut, and some live only fifteen minutes away from the ocean in Rhode Island. My aunt continues to hype up the beauty of the sight of the ocean.

I don't hate you. I never have, I promise.

There's moments, glimpses, murmurs in my head

that I think maybe

maybe I hate you

I am saying good bye to you,

my dear reader,

Because I know after I look back over my shoulder you will be gone,

onto the next page,

maybe even the next book,

Democracy, a dream so pure,
In an ethical land, it must endure.
Where common good above all stands,
And unity shapes the people's hands.

Introduction: I would like to believe that home is not a place; it is the people, the family in our lives. We have been given the greatest gift of all, being born into this world.

My rights

Are my mirror

They reflect me

They reflect how people think of me

The mirror is small

Just big enough to see my face