Coco

Patter, patter, boom

The sky is torn and shredded

The night is crying

Purple paper ripped out of my notebook 

you're beautiful in all the ways 

it says in my purple fountain pen 

I taught my sister how to hold the pen 

and she wrote me the note 

I wasn’t sure

how many people would be there

it wasn't the biggest protest in the state,

the one that we went to, that is.

we think

about

(at least)

500 

people came.

5

0

0

Let me go back to the mountains 
Back to the trees 
Back to the forest who once mothered me