Opinion

I won’t even attempt to write a poem about music- poems aren’t me. I’ve never been good at writing them. But a block of text doesn’t look as pretty. It really just looks like a rant. And I guess, that’s what it is.

Preamble

“Harris is a communist,” My grandfather protests. 

“Better a communist than a felon,” My father shoots back. 

Our friendship really did start with a story. It nearly was a story in itself. Almost fairy-tale-cliche esque. The logical friend, the chaotic friend. But we were still so similar.

No matter where I am, the guilt follows me. The guilt of my past decisions, the guilt of the people left behind. The weighed down feeling of all the mistakes in my past. Knowing I can't go back and change it is the hardest.

"Riches, prestige, everything can be lost. 

But the happiness in your own heart can only be dimmed; 

In this time in the world with everything that is going on, we need to find joy in the small things. Your sanity depends on it.

Social media is pretty much everywhere. It’s how we share things we like, keep up with friends, and maybe share things we don't like.  And while it can be fun, I honestly think teens spend way too much time on it.

                                                        YONDR

It's so interesting that a country founded by people from hundreds of different places now looks down upon immigrants.

We as Americans are very self centered.

We think that the world revolves around ourselves and not anyone else.

We lack in awareness that allows us to be able to say “oh that has nothing to do with me and that’s okay.”