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my next trick
it won't be flashy, showy, or
even remotely special to the untrained eye
but those who've suffered the burden of
knowing me will understand why
my next trick is magical.
from the seventh grader who
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dear madame president
i hope that you rest easy as the world
tumbles down into fire
for you did everything you could
& we didn't do enough. it was never
your fate to carry the failures of
common sense & education, but now
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Of, By, For, To
Part One: “Of the People”
Let a symphony of voices form a cacophony so loud
God themselves won’t be able to ignore our
grief, our
sorrow; the shattered fragments of our hearts
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the american dream
i toured six different colleges over the past week
& i didn't care about the clubs
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i am a poet
i see things that no human ever should:
the intricate coding of life
an emotion held by the gaze of one person to another
a tear falling silently that helps grow a daffodil.
i am a poet
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A Letter to Congress
I will kneel on broken glass as
my blood stains the pearly sheen so that
you will see I've resorted to my last option: begging
before you (as a woman should be) to rip
Loves
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Teenage Delirium (The Dictionary)
B –
Bones (noun pl.)
/bōn/
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Dear America
Dear America,
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11/9/24
When best friends of old
become polite passersby
still give them a smile and let your heart be full
for theirs are broken too
and need to be reminded to mend.