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Can I Go Back
Can I go back
Back to the place I call home
Full of laughter and love
The place where I sleep above my friend
As I'm surrounded by so many others
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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
Loves
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If
I —
I could.
I could, love.
I could love you.
I could love you if…
I —I wanted.
I wanted to.
I wanted to, love.
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'I am' Poem
When my teachers want to celebrate diversity they try to get us to write 'I am' and 'Where I'm From' poems. This is not something I oppose, but something is lost in the prompting. For them I write the easy apple cider explanations. For you?
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After the End
I need an after,
not a happily ever after,
that's a ending,
I need something after the ending,
when my movie ends and the credits are playing I need the last clip,
the bloopers.
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The walls I built up
Every time you try to get close, I push you away...
Every time you ask if I'm alright I don't know what to say...
I'm always saying sorry even if it's not my fault...
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the glass child
i am everything i was ever supposed to be
i am perfection embodied into a
comprehensible human form. i sit poised,
back perfectly straight as i overlook my domain
the life i curated for myself. everything is
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What I'll Remember
I'll remember the dew drops.
The ones on the grass after
a particularly humid night.
I'll remember the golden sunlight
seeping into our kitchen window
in the morning.
It would catch the side of our faces,