Reid@YWP

We lie tired 

Bundled up in puffers and scarves 

On the pleather seats of the bus that feels like home. 

You rummage through your red lunchbox, 

Unpacking each item carefully 

Disclaimer:
I am not a pretentious fool.
I know my worth.
I am not going to write about
How the spirit of the people who built this country
Sways with the wind in our flag!!!!11!!!!1!!

When I was in seventh grade, my teacher put on our desks a pop quiz, and question one was hard, but question five was harder (was the colonization of America inevitable?) and I stared at that question because I couldn't stop thinking about my home