
Writing

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fading freedom
Protest after protest,
chant after chant.
I watch and listen
as people continuously fight for their rights.
But the fighting should’ve been over
on July 4th, 1776
when it was declared that
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Learn to Fall
I get it, you have it worse,
I get it, you're in pain,
I get it, I don't matter,
Not to you, anyway.
So when you call my name,
I shall fast come running,
Leave myself behind,
Even as I'm losing time.
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What a mother should be
I'm tired of the yelling,
I just wish that it would stop.
And I'm tired of the lectures,
Saying all I am is wrong.
I’m tired of the bruises,
And these voices in my head.
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Daybreak
I’m afraid of the dark
And the art
I haven’t made
The places not stayed
And the overstayed welcomes I
Know not to inhale the stratosphere keep
Both feet on the ground
And look straight ahead
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blood, white, and blue
It's 12:34 AM on July 5th, 2025 and I still see fireworks going off in the sky.
I hear the booms, the bangs, the commotion of endless fireworks
going on for hours
still raging
on a brand new day.
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It's gone but I still remember
I'm smiling to myself,
remembering,
reminiscing,
the good times.
The times where it was you,
and me,
against the world.
Who would stop us?