Bassline

I feel the drumbeat.

I feel the pulse of the music,

Reverberating around my ears and brain,

Twisting into my heart.

I feel the bassline

With each hit of the sound

Pulsating your energy around you

Like shock waves

Hitting me again

And again

And again.

I feel every clap of the music

I see every head flip

I can tell you're in your element.

I feel the bassline

And it crashes a hammer into my heart

Breaking it

Piece

By

Piece

As your essence

Your youness

Blasts out

Drawn out and weaponized

By the bassline

And crashes into mine.

QueenBee

VT

13 years old

Poetry

By QueenBee

I think

I think you make me really happy
I think it’s sort of all-consuming
I think I want to be with you every second
Of every day
I think maybe what keeps me up at night
Is replaying you
Replaying us

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Poetry

By QueenBee

Together

You’re different
With all of us
Versus just me.
You’re different
With a whole crazy friend group

Than you are when it’s us chilling in your basement watching Stranger Things

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Poetry

By QueenBee

People

People want things from me
This incredible group of people
They want me to mediate
To laugh
To help them with x, y, and z
They want me to come with them
Pulling me in different directions constantly

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