Writing

When love comes knocking at your door,
you better run to answer it.
If you aren't fast enough,
it will move on to the next house.

As the sunrise grows on the ocean shore

I reflect on what I'm thankful for

I may be thankful for my mom or dad

These are things for I am glad

To be thankful is to give a gift

I sit upon this wooden bench, so still

The Autumn air is crisp and chill.

The Leaves drift down in hues of flames,

A fleeting dance, no two the same.

People have rights

And I am a person

To say my requests

Is my burden

I see people complaining

Hurting and shaming

I think we should be better

Since it's now sweater-weather

Dear America, 

I am but a Nation of creation under shared, 

My words and actions treat me as though I am unprepared. 

I know these shoes are bigger than could ever meet my feet,