Loves
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'I am' Poem
When my teachers want to celebrate diversity they try to get us to write 'I am' and 'Where I'm From' poems. This is not something I oppose, but something is lost in the prompting. For them I write the easy apple cider explanations. For you?
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If Only I Could Hug the Stars
If only I could hug
The stars;
Perhaps I could shatter them
And cup the shards
In my palms,
The cracks constellations
Aligning with my veins,
But that isn’t close enough
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The Young Poet's Manifesto
anyone
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hurting
somewhere a lantern burns in the woods.
somewhere a cold blind man suffers.
they will never meet.