Posts
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Blueprint
I have searched
For years to find
The blueprint
That people have tried
Oh so hard to follow
It is now that I realize
There is no blueprint
No one gets to design me
And be the architect
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The perfect ride is music
A perfect ride
Is equal to music
Each turn is a sound
That adds to the song
A green a blue a black
Slow
Medium
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Perfect, Perfection, Perfectly
Perfect
I know I'll never reach
Perfection
No matter how hard I try
I can do better
I have to do better
I have planned out
The next 12 years
The college I'll go to
My grad school
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Scary
I think it's scary
To have someone
Who has done horrible things
Be in charge of our country
Have power and be in control
I love our world
But it's a mess
I don't want it
To get worse
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One night I won't worry about old insecure men
At night
When my brain is flooded
With fears and worries
I think about
What will happen
If abortion isn't legal
If old men
Get to continue
To decide what
Happens to me
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I want to grow up
I can't wait
To grow up and see
Every
Single
Opportunity
That no one
Will ever
Give me
Because I'm a kid
I haven't had experience
But only because
I've never had
A chance
Loves
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My Inner Beauty
I was so undeserving,
And yet you were so persistent.
I pushed, and you pulled.
I cried; you held me.
My heart was broken,
you repaired it.
When I needed it most, you were there,
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you are
you are an ocean,
a transparent abyss of blue
that could swallow someone whole,
waves battering against thick grains of sand.
you are a battlefield,
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Pumpkin season
I’m four years old and it’s pumpkin season again.
I’m holding tightly to my best friend’s mittened hand
and feeling the wind whipping at my face,
turning the tip of my nose pink,
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Eight hours of madness
Blue doors
Hard, cold white tiles lined with blue ones
Walls painted a bland white
This is my cage.
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Tell Me I Can Stay
tell me I cannot drink the air;
yet the smoke on the horizon curls like a finger,
inviting me to taste February in the wind
and know time is running out
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Four and a half senses
I was gifted with four and a half senses
The first was the gift to see the world
Opening my eyes
Seeing the sharp lights
Blinding at first