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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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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,
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I want to tell you I love you
I want to tell you I love you
I love you and your smiles
Your voice even though I’m still learning your language
The way your hands hold things
A basketball
Your sisters hand
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The GreenSpot
Once, there was a little girl.
She was around 7 years old at the time,
and lived with her mother and father
in a little red house, in a little green forest.
They made chicken soup on their little stove
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hey friends
when were you going to tell me
that we were never really friends?
and instead you pretended you liked me
so you could laugh at my tear-stricken face.
all those nights I opened up like you cared