serenamae2020

It is 10:09 
a.m. on a Thursday morning 
and I am sitting on my bed. 
I should be in school.
It feels weird to be here.

My dog looks peaceful as
she sleeps on the bedding
I washed yesterday

wake up
go to class
study
homework
work or
nhs or 
basketball practice or
a combination of those plus
friends and 
senior project work and
trying to maybe sleep? 

i will move mountains
to be there

if i do not show, 
i have passed

the first rays of sunlight
seep through your shades;
you shy away from the hue
hoping for just a few more minutes of peace

but it's too much; 
you begin to stretch, 
restless as you try to shake 

Happy. 
Everyone is on an equal playing field. 
The same amount of money is around the board,
all of the properties belong to the bank, 
and the only thing holding you back 
is a roll of the dice. 

Dear America, 

your soil is rich with history. 
after all, you are the land of the free
and the home of the brave
but not all of us are free
because not all of us are brave.