Writing

Lady Liberty,

Standing tall,

Signifying freedom,

Yet we’ve lost it all.

Your copper figure

Has shifted to a remarkable green,

In early days, the hearth still glowed,

With laughter rich and voices clear,

The windows whole, the garden sowed,

A haven calm and free of fear.

We built our towers high and bright,

But lost the world to fire and pride.

We claimed to chase the truth and light,

Yet left our forged wisdom behind.

you were always a constant to me.

there was a book in the back of our classroom

tucked between crates of other, more important tomes

it had a picture of you on the cover and i read it almost every day

her magenta marker

the silent clock

my desk, now darker

with dust like chalk.

his name in my phone

my swimming mind

his teeth were like moonstone, 

mouth open that night.

I can’t believe we call this a Democracy.

We voted, sure.

But did we really end up with a president?

Or do we now have a king?

Sure, his term is said to end in four years.