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An Apple
An apple is
A reminder
A token to bring you back
To the day in the orchard
When you were six years old
Sitting on your dad's shoulders
Reaching for an apple
That you had decided was perfect
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Who Is Telling The Story?
Who is telling the story
Of the little girl who got raped on her way home
From school
Who is telling the story
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She Smiles
She smiles
Like she doesn’t feel
The weight of
Expectations
On her shoulders
She smiles
As if she didn’t
Spend last night
Crying in her room
Slowly breaking
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Community
Community
Is like a warm sweater
It takes time to make
But it's worth it
It's warm
And comfortable
Community is like
Your favorite book
You can move on
Go somewhere else
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When They Were Kids
The past
Full of mishaps
Full of mistakes
Full of mess ups
Full of errors
Contradictory
We should learn about
All the things we did wrong
So we can get better
But some people
Loves
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apple
i'll use your name. sweet nothings spill
from well-meaning mouths & shatter on concrete radiating summer sun
right back at you, perfect -- dainty -- shiny with dewdrops. they told me
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Tired.
I’m tired.
Not “need-a-nap” tired.
Not “school-was-long” tired.
I’m tired in a way that reaches all the way down to my ribs.
I don’t sleep much anymore.
I stay up listening.
Not for music.
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Fire
Wisps of smoke flick through the sky
a quickly fading whisper of what was
of what used to be
but not anymore.
Faintly glowing embers
tokens of the past
they fade away too soon
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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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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
