Posts
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the pleas of a prisoner
I am in the eighth grade at a junior high school in Texas. Please, if even for a brief moment, let my voice be heard.
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Idealized Woman
Why are women
Supposed to
cower
Before man’s expectations?
Why do we
succumb
To their
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What If I Lose You Today?
I still think about the way things were back then
With the unpredictable fear of tomorrow
It still haunts me
Like a ghost I can never rid myself of
I wish I had done more
I know I could’ve done more
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Our Story
Our story always ends the same
No matter how many pages I turn
In the end
I’m the friend in need
And you’re the main character, always having to help me
I try to rip the pages out
Loves
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Freedom Isn't What They Say It Is
I am eleven years old. I think freedom isn't what they say it is.
I live in the land of the free. I am free
in most ways.
I can be a black belt.
I can be a published poet.
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A Currency We Haven’t Learned to Spend
I wake up in a world that’s always moving,
a second away from breaking.
I scroll through the noise,and I wonder what happens when the screen goes dark.
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Winter
Winter:
As frosty winds whisper, wrapping us in fear,
In winter's grasp, we gather near.
Underneath the snow-cloaked rooftops
We find warmth in each other.
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How do I hate you?
I hate you,
I hate the way you make me feel,
and the way you talk to me.
I hate how you look at me,
like no one else is in the room.
I hate how when I sit next to you,
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Rules for being normal
- Smile. Teachers like kids who smile, especially during classes when mind-numbingly boring concepts itch their way into your brain and eat away the inside. Yes, you don't like school. No, you can't say that. Smile, smile, smile.
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I guess it doesn't really matter, does it?
If you've never missed someone,
you've never felt pain,
you have never felt what it's like to love someone so much that when they don't love you back it physically hurts inside you.