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being a teenager is like living in hell
Can you remember
Who you were
Before the world told you
Who you should be?
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i was too much
for you
someday
I’ll be enough
For someone
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her blood is on your hands
This is for everyone
Who has criticized
The body
Of a child
Today
An eleven-year-old girl
Is sitting in a hospital bed
Because she can’t eat a meal
Without feeling guilty
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"Why didn't you ask for help?"
“Why didn’t you ask for help?”
When I didn’t write for weeks
I was asking for help
When I stopped smiling
When I stopped laughing
When happiness became fake
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The Sunset
This is the first poem in my poetry anthology, The Sun Will Rise Again.
I was eight when it began.
I was left clinging to sunshine
As the sun descended below the horizon.
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An excerpt from 'Savior's Regime' - Day 201
Day 201: July 10th, 2119
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This is not America. This is hell.
The school board tells us lies
Promising that they understand
Yet they don’t know
What it’s like
To live in a world
Where you are seen yet never understood
Loves
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our obituary
if i don’t take something from you
ill take the other.
i’ll wash your oceans down to my essence
and eat the dirt that gives you life
the schools of fish shall go to my offspring
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Purple paper
Purple paper ripped out of my notebook
you're beautiful in all the ways
it says in my purple fountain pen
I taught my sister how to hold the pen
and she wrote me the note
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Perfect
You’re perfect just the way you are,
but here’s a serum for that scar.
Love yourself, embrace your face,
but first, some contouryou know, just in case.
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uncertainty —> hope
I wasn’t sure
how many people would be there
it wasn't the biggest protest in the state,
the one that we went to, that is.
we think
about
(at least)
500
people came.
5
0
0
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this is not about water
it was like a sink that was overflowing, built up and up and up.
then it was drained; the pipes rusted over; the slight drip and drip and drip.
tantalizing.
then the water rushed like geysers do, hot and momentarily solid.
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i am a poet
i see things that no human ever should:
the intricate coding of life
an emotion held by the gaze of one person to another
a tear falling silently that helps grow a daffodil.
i am a poet