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Dear Every Single Girl
Dear every single girl,
You are beautiful
You don't need makeup
But if you like it
Wear it
You are strong
You don't need to prove it
But if you want to
If you want to show people
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I no longer have a glimmer in my eyes
When I was young
My head was full of dreams
Of fantasies
My eyes
Shown
And glimmered
My mouth
Constantly moving
Spitting out ideas
Then I grew up
My head became full
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For you?
Is my shirt
Too short
For you?
Is it
Too revealing
For you?
Is it
Too tight
For you?
Is it
Too low cut
For you?
Should I
Change
For you?
Cover
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Writing With A Knife
I write with a knife
It cuts into my heart
Spilling it onto the paper
My emotions
My thoughts
Painted with blood
Once I start
There is no stopping
I bleed
Begging for someone
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My Mind Is...
My mind is a car
On a highway
Racing
Zooming
Going faster and faster
My mind is a plane
In the air
Full of chatter
Zipping across the sky
My mind is a train
On a track
Loves
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The Common Good
Democracy isn’t a mother
who shields you from the storm;
it’s the ghost of a father
who leaves when the lights flicker,
and promises turn to dust
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Two Homes, No Sanctuary
Two doors, both locked, neither mine.
Two names, one I gave up.
Two voices, both demanding I choose.
A home is a shelter. A home is a question. -
Slipping Through My Fingers
There’s this song,
Slipping Through My Fingers.
By ABBA. From Mamma Mia!
That's how I see it.
Our rights.
“I try to capture every minute.”
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The Girl Inside
It’s only been a few days and sadness feels so far away
This feeling, it isn’t salvation
The girl who used to scream for others pains is shut out
She fights to be free, to make me suffer for something I don’t feel nor control
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'this'
Resist.
Intransitive verb: to exert force in opposition
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we are the future.
in the halls, we lean against the bulletin boards
and whisper of the latest news, last night's breaking, articles snagged
in the moments before leaving for school. lots of adults
think we are too young to understand