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The perfect ride is music
A perfect ride
Is equal to music
Each turn is a sound
That adds to the song
A green a blue a black
Slow
Medium
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Perfect, Perfection, Perfectly
Perfect
I know I'll never reach
Perfection
No matter how hard I try
I can do better
I have to do better
I have planned out
The next 12 years
The college I'll go to
My grad school
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Scary
I think it's scary
To have someone
Who has done horrible things
Be in charge of our country
Have power and be in control
I love our world
But it's a mess
I don't want it
To get worse
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One night I won't worry about old insecure men
At night
When my brain is flooded
With fears and worries
I think about
What will happen
If abortion isn't legal
If old men
Get to continue
To decide what
Happens to me
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I want to grow up
I can't wait
To grow up and see
Every
Single
Opportunity
That no one
Will ever
Give me
Because I'm a kid
I haven't had experience
But only because
I've never had
A chance
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When Will I?
Every time I read a book
I think
When will I
Get a chance
To change the world
When will I
Get a chance
To find pure happiness
When will I
Get a chance
To pursue my dream
Loves
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Somewhere
You spend most of your childhood wanting to grow up. You dream of all the things you'll do, the people you'll meet, the freedom of a life where you are the captain of your own ship.
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Make It Stop
“I can make it hurt,”
My sister’s mouth uttered these words,
as she raised her pickle ball paddle to threaten my brother
My siblings have always had their moments,
where they would fight as if they were opponents
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Stars
Four buzzes
Wake me up,
Loud in the quiet
Dark.
A seconds-long debate
In my head
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That Was It
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My Letter to the World
My name is Amelia.
I am 17 years old
And I am afraid for my future.
I am tired of old men
Deciding how I will live,
Determining the world in which
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I just really hope she wins.
She's finally ahead in the presidential race. The way my hope lifted when I heard that news. And the disbelief on my face? How, after ten months? I was sure I was going to be screaming from my porch on election day, "Why, why?