Writing
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The Winds of Time-Villanel
Unyielding and loud sweep the winds of time/ The freedoms of past ground down to fine sand/ Far gone is what was now quiet, sublime.// Tucked under my nails once sat dirt and grime/ Now dressed and ordered far gone the homeland/ Unyielding and lou -
first kiss
it was under a cold November sky when it happened/she smelled of fragrant shampoo and a slight hint of mashed potatoes/I don’t usually like mashed potatoes/but today they are my favorite/with lashes fluttering against cheeks/it was a zing/so natur
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Little Dog, Remember Me
when I was in fifth grade,
my dog died.
we had her before I was born.
we cremated her.
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Why doesn’t it matter anymore?
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
Please, send me a message
Being American isn’t taking down your pride flags and cowering as far as you can from the ballot box when there’s no hope anymore
And yet here we are
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Why?
Why can’t I simply be me? A person of color, a queer youth, a writer? No one appreciates these things anymore. Now to try isn’t enough. That’s the saddest part. What shall I do when being trans and nonbinary isn’t allowed anymore?
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first kiss
darling i think the prettiest thing of it is that i
have been dreaming about this moment since i was little,
pressing my mouth to the back of my hand to see what it felt like to be touched like that,