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When the boys grew up on sun and waves
The sun didn’t kiss these boys
It hugged them
The way you would with your best friend before
Leaving for a long time
It hugged them and
It made their skin the color of a caramel
And their hair like the sand
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The start of it all
contagious laughter sweet sticky summer nights
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To Truly Be
How do I explain
that doubled over laughter
none of us
can play volleyball but
all of us
can laugh
and s'mores
you asked me
what I was doing
I was doing
it all wrong
you said
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Dreamers
and they're all breathless
telling me of the doctors who defied odds and
the athletes who destroyed records and
the CEOs and chefs and
and what if,
yes I think they're cool and
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Bittersweet
Submission for next years challenges-
Write about something bittersweet, or a similar duality of feelings.
Loves
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Yesterday
yesterday
to you i was nine years old
with a black hurley hat
that never left my head
the hat that you would take
and try to hold it far above
my reach knowing i could never get it -
Curl Cream
I have been told
To put curl cream in my hair
Upside down, eyes
Straining against the ceiling light,
Curls straining toward the tile floor,
Bunching.
I will smell
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The Great Similarity
We
Contain multitudes,
Infinite differences
And variations; it is
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my hair
my hair falls like clumps of tears
ready to be set free,
like chains held over my head.
i tied my hair into knots
of familial expectations,
the knot’s been untied,
and the cage has opened
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Young love
I remember that warm summer night,
we argued about who could jump farther off the swings,
we were only 14.
It down poured,
they didn't set the fireworks off,
you didn't care,
neither did I.
