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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.
Loves
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Those Who Love Life
(YWP Editor's Note: Congratulations to Csquared! This poem is the November 2025 winner of The Tomorrow Project's monthly awards!
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ode for the girls in seventh grade
you’re perfect.
all of you.
and i don’t need to say more
but i will
because i want to write about every one of you
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free
they say I used to be so free,
as if I set that freedom down
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A Kindle of Kindness
Did you have a face
or was that a blur as well?
Did you have bird knees
or were they only your favorite?
Were you or did you?
You had your platform with your mike you spoke cheerfully into
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Honey and Tea
Think of whispers in the shade
Picnic cloths and lemonadeAfternoons in softened light
Books that stretch long into the night -
