Gali

Gali

VT

13 years old

Posts

  • Home Is The Place

    It's been two years

    Since I moved here

    One year

    Since I called it my home

    Home is the place

    With more dirt roads

    Than paved

    And the dirt roads

    Carry the name

    Of your friend's grandfather

  • Why Can’t I be Both

    Why can’t I be both 

    Why can’t I like

    Crop tops 

    And still support

    Women’s rights

    Why can’t I wear makeup 

    And still think 

    All bodies

    Are beautiful 

    Why is it bad

  • The Way Of Life

    One foot

    Infront of the other

    Head held high

    Flat expression

    On my face

    The only sign

    Of any emotion

    Are my fists

    Clenched by my sides

    Or my thumb

    Tapping each finger

  • I'm Sorry

    I'm sorry 

    I'm sorry for what 

    My country is doing 

    For what we seem to think 

    Is OK   

    I'm sorry for how 

    My president is acting 

  • Heart of Glass

    If I hand you my heart

    My heart made of glass

    Don't shatter it

    Don't have the shards

    Splay across the ground

    Don't hand it to someone else

    To crush it

    Beneath their fingers

    But if it does

Loves

  • Anymore

    I don't know you anymore.

    I learned this

    Today.

    Gone is the silly boy

    As tall as I was

    That purple beanie obsession

    We all shared -

    Tank tops in summer, Crocs all year round,

    Not anymore.

  • A Girl Can Dream

    When I saw you

    No, not when I 

    saw you

    But when I 

    saw you.

    That was when I knew that there was something among me that needed you

    always

    to be 

    near me 

  • Little Musicians

    The beginners of the beat,

    Just learning the ropes,

    Figuring out their instruments -

    They come in, 

    Wide-eyed,

    And regard the older kids

    With awe.

     

    I love to be looked at this way

  • Dew-drop

    In a dew-drop, a little world exists 

    A place turned blue and silver by the light 

    That lingers well beyond the morning mist. 

    In a dew-drop, a little world exists