Posts
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Why is it?
Is it the art or the artist
That is not good enough?
Why is it
That I only get praised for my art online?
Why is it
That I only get awards
When the judges don't know me?
Should I be defined
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Firsts and lasts
Life is made of firsts and lasts.
Your first breath,
When your parents hold you close.
Your first steps,
When you can wander around alone.
Your first words,
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Aging
When I was four I wished for five,
When I’d be in Kindergarten
When I was five I wished that preschool would come back again
Again at six I wished to age
At seven I wished the same
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Up
Up
Up
Up
Far from the ground
But farther still from the top
I'm tired but I can't let go
So I must just go up
I'm getting more impatient
The more that I climb
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Opposites Attract
"Perfect" said the critics
"Awful" says the boy
"It tastes like diarrhea, oh how I hate bok choy"
But something 'bout his eyes make everything okay,
Even if his food choices make me start to decay
Loves
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Perspective
Blind the jury. Blind the voters.
Wrap white fabric over their eyes, stuff white cotton in their ears. Make them as blind and deaf as Justice herself.
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Not Quite What I Imagined
I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books.
Little did I know that would later come true.
It’s not quite what I imagined, though. -
My True Home, Vermont
Being a Vermonter is spending six months of the year wearing a jacket.
Being a Vermonter is running outside in nothing but leggings and a sweater, thinking it’s springtime when it hits 47 degrees.
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The Law That Ruins Lives
I'm 13 years old
I have literally watched
States make it illegal
To get abortion
Most of the people
Making and signing
The laws
Are men
MEN
Last time I checked
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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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Welcome to the New Nostalgia
They say the world was once wider,
measured in scraped knees and firefly nights,
in the space between streetlights,
where time was counted in the hush before dinner.