Writing

Two years ago, my home was Beijing

Even though I moved away ten years ago.

Two years ago, I longed for inclusion

for that tingle that made my skin

burn bright with belonging.

You ask me where is my home.

I'm 13 years old

I have literally watched

States make it illegal

To get abortion

Most of the people

Making and signing

The laws

Are men

MEN

Last time I checked

“Haha, pretty crazy getting stuck, huh?”, Ben mentioned, trying to break the awkward ice.

“Yeah, haha.”, remarked Danny, quickly looking away from the uncomfortable outcome.

My roadtrip is different than the average.

Unless, I suppose, you consider water a road.

My friend's home is beautiful. 

It's got green walls with flowers all over. The floor is soft and plush. It's warm but only in summer, and it's too cold in winter. But my friend likes it just fine.

Filled with raucous noise

from more than just one voice,

symphonies blaring in my head

and they never seem to end.

My state is in the negatives

from the emotion that peruses me.