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Boxes of Those Photos
We used to be seven
My curls used to be sunshineColored
You used to be stubborn
Naive stubborn.
The powder used to hit our kneesOn the days
When we could eat lunch in four bites
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Fall and trees and wondering about love
It’s:
twisted
crinkled like
the leaves
they’re frail now,
on the edge
of not there.
scrolling photos
feverishly
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On being brave
There are days when I fall asleep wondering about the line between stupid and brave.
BraveIs a hero rushing into battle
Ready to fight
For their passion
StupidIs a hero rushing into battle
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Trees Talk
The trees talk,
you know?
They talk and if you listened
you would know,
they whisper
like kindergarteners
who can't stand straight in lines
but they can jump straight
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YWP is…
Young Writers Project has helped me discover myself and learn more about what it means to be a person.
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Loves
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Somebody
I heard from a guy who told somebody
Bout the deserts dry
And the forests muddy
But they forgot to tell bout the rainy skies
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before your work goes on
(i mean)
the work goes on
(in shouted songs & permanent marker protest signs
in places i'm not sure if i can still call home)
the cause endures
(in all the children born to these times and
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