Writing

Home is the place ,

that you feel safe,

where you're not scared,

 you don't hide who you are,

it's a place where you're surrounded by loved ones,

people who make everyday perfect,

 Truth is a view and  truth is a lie 

That’s always stood as time passes me by 

As time passes I’ve come to wonder 

Can truth be a blunder 

A blunder to one rarely to all 

the Midwest is a snake eating its own tail.

get out get out get out is the head, beating in time with the heartbeat of every new baby born in these states, 

The pool deck is wet

It smells like chlorine

I am no stranger to this

I know the swim caps and goggles

I know the way of being a swimmer

The way you either are or aren't

How could I not

I loved it

I wrote this for a Lord of the Flies creative project for school for which a prompt was to write about what would happen if it was girls on the island instead of boys.

Our differences define our Beauty,

like the intricate details of every snowflake,

standing out from each other,

not in a bad way,

not in a sad way,

but in a beautiful way,