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His Beauty
His hair, his eyes.
How I love his smile, his laugh.
So funny, so sweet.
Always making me smile, and giggle.
But I’m trapped in the friend zone.
He’s so much more to me, but I’m just a friend.
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My (Other) Name In A Nutshell
Bubbly and bright, yet always faking it.
Ridiculous and strange, always an outcast.
Insidious and dark, with too much to hide.
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The Problem (Me)
When someone says, “What’s the problem?” my first response is, “Me.”
When someone asks, “Why are you crying?” my first answer is, “Me.”
When someone says, “There is no point,” my first reply is, “I agree.”
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Goodbye Dear Sun, I Welcome the Moon.
Already the sun begins to set.
Already another day has gone by.
Must we say goodbye to the sun so soon?
We’ll miss you, dear sun.
We’ll miss you and all your warmth and your radiant brightness.
But it’s alright. -
Past the Moon, Past the Sun
The sun sets past the moon.
The moon rises past the sun.
The same thing, spoken differently.
I love you.
You are my heart.
Both convey a deep care…or so they should.
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Mountain of Sorrow and Grief
Hand over hand.
One foot, then the other.
Climbing this mountain
Of sorrow and grief.
Desperately trying
To reach its snowy peaks.
You start at the bottom.
Then work your way up.
Loves
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MY RIGHTS
"You want your rights?"
"Come and get it," said the snake.
It was wrapped around a tree
in the confines of his tail,
a paper labeled "YOUR RIGHTS."
I stared up at the snake,
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Living Situations
My friend's home is beautiful.
It's got green walls with flowers all over. The floor is soft and plush. It's warm but only in summer, and it's too cold in winter. But my friend likes it just fine.
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slippery, sunlit silence
Once, we met.
My hair was up, and the world was coated with snow,
and you
talked to me with wide blue eyes
and a slippery smile, easy to fall into.
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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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I Have A Voice
The erosion of rights towards marginalized groups feels like a personal attack on the values of equality, fairness, and justice that have importance to me.
