Writing

Why did you have to hurt us?

Again?

Again?

‘Cause when I was young

there was a chance

a chance

to be free

a chance to see a woman be

something new and

different

Some people vote, but never think,  
Their choices shallow, quick to sink.  
They cheer and boast, with voices loud,  
But wisdom’s lost inside the crowd.  

Not quite,  
but close.  
A shade off,  
a soft blur,  

Almost there,  
but waiting,  
somewhere between  
yes and maybe. 

The world is a grey strip 

A strip which engulfs and protects our lives 

A strip which can only be viewed from far away for it is larger than we could ever imagine 

When I don’t have to

Lose the rights to my body

Is when we are equal.

Why are we not equal yet?

When I don’t have to

Be scared of walking alone

Is when we are equal

Look, even she's crying.

A girl pointed at me, before first period

Look, even she's crying