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We're Growing Up
We hit the pinata
With so much joy
And so much laughter
Like we’re little again.
We pile onto the hammock
Like we’ve always done
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I rode down your street
I rode
Down your street
The other day.
It’s always
Going to be
Your street,
Even though
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Just a Bracelet
After 5th grade,
My bracelet
Was a brown bead
On a thin white string.
After 6th grade,
My bracelet
Was a green bead
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Loves
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what’s next
she walks into the room like a sentence that forgot to whisper
light brown hair pulled back in a way that says she didn’t try
but still somehow gets it right
clear glasses catching the light
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hoodie
it was my hoodie
old and wrinkled
stuffed in the back of my locker
half folded half forgotten
like most of my things -
Change O’Clock
lately i miss owls
the mountains grumble and grow, pushing up around pumpkin shards and lost dreams
who i want to be
who i’m becoming
i feel like a dusty yellow pear
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my next trick
it won't be flashy, showy, or
even remotely special to the untrained eye
but those who've suffered the burden of
knowing me will understand why
my next trick is magical.
from the seventh grader who
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Immigrants
They came to this country
Seeking a better life.
They started
With a suitcase and
A one-way ticket.
They said goodbye to
Their friends
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Inevitable
crying over a simple email
the lasts build a lump in my throat
last time beaming onstage
signing yearbooks
wearing a stiff blue skirt