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Snow day
There is a special magic to waking up to silence.
No snow plows rumbling down the street spraying salt in every direction.
No parents yelling at you to wake up,
Because it’s a snow day,
And I get to sleep in.
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Becky's Sketchbook
The first time I saw her, she was clutching a sketchbook in her arms. It was very plain-looking with a black cover and golden spirals.
Every week at church, she carried that sketchbook. I never saw her without it.
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My Oak Tree, My Hope
Nestled within the plains of the Midwest,
Isolated and alone,
Stands a wholesome oak tree.
Her dark, chestnut body hemmed in by the mucky acorns,
Those of which were shed out of sorrow.
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My heart
Dear,
My heart
You have marks showing what I've done
You've seen things
No one wants to see
But you keep on beating
You're battered and bruised
You have scars
Caused by pain
By fear
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My Coming Out Story
Growing up when I was younger, I was raised in a very homophobic, transphobic family. I was taught that being anywhere on the LGBTQ spectrum was evil and would send you to hell.