Writing

I

walk

in a 

line

between the guys

the preppies

the in-betweens

when brought into anything

I will

high five smile

playful banter

whatever

            555 Far Away College Dorm
            City with No Cornfields, Peach State 
            661.9 Miles Away, USA 

Trusting 

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   a

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We the people sing,

We don’t want to have a king.

Peace on earth and mercy mild,

Acceptance for every adult and child.

All the people rise,

We cry our anger to the skies.

We the people proclaim,

We are the people.

The girl who wears every scar like a trophy.

The boy who struggles with reading.

The kid who protests for their rights.

The mother who works 3 jobs to pay the bills.

“I could sleep ‘til eleven tomorrow,” I said, throwing myself across her bed, sprawling on her star-patterned comforter. Mary took a seat at her vanity, and I could see her eyes roll on her blue-painted face.