Reid@YWP

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, 

Love is a new, familiar taste that’s different every time. 

Once you fall back in, 

You feel everything all over again. 

It’s an exotic sensation. 

Who said falling in love was a graceful experience?

    Lara, a 16 year-old girl, is coming home from school one day.