Reid@YWP

And as summer leaves, 
Fall sings through the breeze. 
Flowers start to wilt 
As the world tilts. 
Even as it dies, 
Nature is beautiful in all eyes. 

I balance on the ledge of my window, up 31 floors, back pressed firmly against the side. 

Sometimes, I will look below, and watch. 

And sometimes, it helps. 

We are a free country

We have freedom

We have free speech

We are free  

We fight

We fight party v party 

But really

It should be parties v government structure

Racism 

"Who are you?" It cooed.

Its eyes behind my back

spoke to the intent of its curiosity,

something brushed against my hand

in a low yet dangerous level of ferocity.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

Fell in love with a golden illusion. 

World veiled in a bronze light, 

Everything felt right. 

The warmth of sun kissing skin, 

The reassurance of night,