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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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Old Friends
Call me home, Mama
Mama call me home
Papa, the night is getting dark
Come out and find me
Call me home
I'm seven years old, in my best friend's backyard
Mama is calling
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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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Someone and the Stranger
"I have a story to tell."
The bench is cold as glass and the fog strings its way across the street,
an engulfing mass of smokey water.
The bus is late.
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National Nausea
I am nauseous, constantly.
There is a Fear deep rooted in me.
My hands no longer shake in tests
the Fear is bigger than tests now
I want to go to college, let me go
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Thunder and Lightning
The House on the hill waits for no man in the window.
the maniacal screams that echo from the basement
chills a daughter to the bone marrow.
Loves
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34
34
An even number
A prime number
2
17 times
I can't count it on one hand
Not on two
Not even with my toes
And with a list of 34 felonies
We still elect
Him
A convicted felon
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America, the Circus
The circus masters release the red beast,
its mane flowing, great fangs bared,
ready to take a bite out of the audience,
who convinced them to let it out of its cage
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grin & bear it
i wonder how many times he’s said i love you.//
i wonder how many flowers he’s gifted//, how many
slow dances he’s danced, the ratio between//
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November 6th
This morning I woke up at six am. The country was bleeding pomegranate red and I, so sure we'd be drinking in a giddy paradise blue, stared blankly for minutes if not hours at the flashing computer screen.
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My Little Sister
My little sister
Only 7 years old
Innocent
And yet strong willed
She will grow up
In this country
With this president
This person who calls himself
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A Thousand Sons
When the sons come for me, do not say you are surprised,
For I have taken a vow of pain
Hand flat-placed, an oath, a promise
To fight with pen and soliloquy.
For what is anguish?