Reid@YWP

You can't rule with an imaginary crown,

we left the real ones on the shelf in Great Britain,

hundreds of years ago.

We left to be free,

we the people would love to be free.

art is love and love pushes through.

vermont is a half-finished poem with all the lines scratched out. 

grandfathers who’ve lived here their whole lives still talk of leaving, 

Am I doing this right? 
Is there some rule book for college that my mom never made me read?

Was it lost in translation because I was never popular? 
Or maybe because my parents had stricter rules?

MY HEART IS ONLY ABOUT THE SIZE OF MY FIST. I HAVE WEAK ARMS, SO MY FISTS DON'T HIT VERY HARD. MY HEART IS DIFFERENT IN THIS REGARD.