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The Mirror
A wall of reflections
I see you,
as you berate yourself,
day in
and day out,
about your imperfections.
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Painting Over Scars
There is a world,
it’s time to remember it.
We aren’t the only ones
inhabiting this planet.
As we frack
the world cracks,
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Falling Words
We reach for the sunlight,
as it
leaves us shadows
of the mountains
in the meadows.
We look for
the milkweed,
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The River Speaks
There is a web and it holds us.
Pieces come apart so we help rebuild it.
We are a species that has forgotten our place on the web, so the earth reminds us.
Loves
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That's that, I suppose.
Look, even she's crying.
A girl pointed at me, before first period
Look, even she's crying
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Reality
I write too much of things that aren't real. The imagined fear and pain of living a life I haven't got.
This life I have, this life is real, and I am on the precipice of demise.
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The Coming Climb
No.
I refuse to be afraid.
We are so caught in the coming climb
We forget to turn and see the cliffs we've scaled.
I am living in a country where a woman is bracing for a climb to greater heights
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Late
i was late for school because i ignored my alarm
i ignored my alarm because i stayed up late
i stayed up late because i pretended i did not have homework
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There's More To Being
The mangled materials that make us are not defined by the components,
they are not defined by the ideas or the movements.
They are what they are,
pieces to create a greater whole.
