Coco

Hey. So, it’s me. Like always. Also, it’s 12:30. I’m sure you’ll remember that, like always, I would love to be able to sleep. Maybe you’ll just give me another hour or two? See, I had things to do. Poetry. A portfolio.

There will always be dust

That is one thing that never changes

Dust at the beginning of the universe 

Dust at the end

Even though I know most things

When friends start bullying

When children start polluting

When everyone is taking

When neighbors start killing.

Maybe that’s when

Friends should start listening 

Doesn’t know what to say

The homes in her heart aren’t hers to claim

One word isn’t enough

One word shuts her up

Foreigners have to pay more 
At the thick metal door.

Inside we see a hippo

I rise and know that something new is here.
It smells of pine laughter and undefined. 
Hands pressed to frosty glass outside I peer. 
Its purity and peace makes me blind.