Writing

on any other day,

i would say my favorite song

is "lemon boy" by cavetown.

it reminds me of

who i am, or rather,

i guess, who i hide behind.

today is different.

i miss summer camp.

i miss the pines

and the deer that hid

among them.

i miss the sunsets,

which were somehow

ever so much more beautiful

than any of the ones back home.

The past generations make me sick,

you tear loved ones apart and call it protecting the country,

you deport children that don't have any choice on where they live,

no family in the countries you say they "belong to,"

Let me tell you story

A story about a girl

Who had the same longing for adventure

As little Red Riding Hood

And the same urge for freedom

As Rapunzel

Let me tell you a story

About a girl

i can be good.

i won’t ask to be forgiven

for the nature of my narcissism

when i’m the one most affected by it,

living in my own body,

tolerating my own soul.

what if apologizing

i can focus.

i can hone into every texture

and let my skin absorb it all.

if i focus

i won’t despise myself in a matter of envy

i won’t cross my fingers and toes

for everyone i try to love