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Who will speak at the earth’s funeral?
Even if was never
About legacy
Your memory
Cannot mean nothing
Your family
Should remember you
And admittedly
No matter what we say
This
Is true.
So whoWill speak
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Neighbors
The little boy
his little red raincoat
I remember my little purple raincoat
it used to feel so big.
His grandma
her black raincoat
trowel in hand
I remember my grandma teaching me gardens
Loves
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Tradition
Tradition is
Runner beans
Shells being cracked open
Until fingers are sore -
Sitting around a table with
A game of Dutch Blitz going and
Graham crackers with peanut butter
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& i can't stop thinking about how four men carved in stone actually matter
i'd like to think that the founding fathers, the framers, the men who wore wigs & makeup & helped make all this a possibility for me, would look at our country, at the cherry blossoms refusing to bloom next to the white-columned house engr
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you already know summer
you've felt
the brambles and sweat,
the curl of berry-stained lips.
you've seen
the cornflower sky stolen
by a red-orange river,
the evening still thick
with lightning bugs and laughter.
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Her Hope
She’s little
Not even 8
But she has hope
Hope that shines
Through her blue eyes
Hope that dances
Across her face
Just like how she
Dances in the rain
Listening to Taylor Swift
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I Am Beautiful
I’ve been told I’m not worth it
Am I really going to listen to the words of
Monsters who can’t see that I’m a human
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Written in The Notes App While Listening to Sad Songs
I don’t know if I’m pretty enough for this world,
I’ve got scars from every adventure I’ve ever had.
I’ve got acne and spots no matter what I do and what I eat.