Writing

Can we address the elephant in the room?

The one in the center there

It feels so big,

In the middle of these small four yellow walls

Some days during the last block of school I feel like falling asleep.

Not because I don't care about school. In fact I want to learn,

Elutheromania:

an intense and irresistible desire for freedom

it wasn't you

It.

Wasn't.

You.

To be American is to

Listen to the rain fall and to

Let it wash over our faces, just

As all who came before us did

(not just the founding fathers did but

the children, the mothers, those

The fear

well, more like terror

and self-consciousness

and discomfort

that comes with thinking that someone is looking at you

their eyes on you

it's truly horrible

You cared;

I tried to.

You did;

I thought I did.

I wanted so badly

to be a character in my books

and to feel longing

to feel needing

to feel love and to

be loved