Poetry

I don’t know

If there is one thing

I can thank

For getting me through life

I can thank all the people who

Stood beside me

Once upon a time,

A woman won a lottery.

But she did not keep

The tens of thousands of dollars.

Where did they go, then? 

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I think that when he looks at pianos, 

The keys are stained and worn in 

With grooves and dents,

In the shapes of his fingerprints,

Trapped in a cult

like father, like son.

Bowing down to prejudice,

is this really what won?

The day after the election

all my eyes could pour

were endless tears,

crying hope for no war.

a rock sat atop a ledge

on the side of the road,

its home.

sometimes people would

kick it around

on their daily runs

to who knows where,

a frivolous action according to

the little rock.

Pledge your life to liberty and justice,

raise your hand and take an oath to serve and protect,

who are you protecting though?

I watch the news and see agents hurting the innocent,

children,

Girls in fairy tales, are always saved.

Why? Why can't they save themselves?

Why does Cinderella have to marry a prince to get out of her stepfamily's grasp?

Why do Sleeping Beauty and Snow White need a prince to wake them?

The beetle flies into 

the lamppost until it 

falls dead on to 

the harsh concrete below

But you want it pretty

I think I will ask God

“Why?”

for the rest of my life.

And never,

Will I ever come to understand it.
 

Even if God Himself ,

came to me to tell me the reason.

Never have I ever 

Ridden a horse 

Fallen in love 

Flown on clouds 

Worn dresses of silk 

Met elves 

I would hate me too

I would hate the way

I talk a lot

When I’m with people

Who I like

I would hate my constant

Chattering

So much

That I’d leave me me on read too

I would hate the way

More fish in the sea

Is all I see

But why can't they just live freely

And happily?

They wouldn't understand

The way they have had to mend

To become a friend

In the end of it all