The day had arrived to go back to school
Freezing winds were nippy and cruel
All of a sudden as if a switch had flipped on
The birds in the forest were no longer gone Read on
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The wooden stairs creak more
My edges grow, leave, and grow again
Nostalgia becomes a person who haunts my daydreams... Read on
I won’t tell you I am not afraid
Just to keep the fear to myself and never bring it to your point of privilege... Read on
Don’t Bat an eye. Fly In the face of the place From which you ascended. Curtsy and smile As though you never attempted to flee, And embrace The new space though its Prickles will often impale you and Lick the saccharine wine turned Burgundy As it leaks. You found your fate remains Conjoined to the… Read on
If I'm black you’re silver?
Okay I'll be brown but why are you now pinker?
Wait so let me get this straight
As long as I'm different then I don't equate? Read on
There's much to say but I'd rather sit in silence with myself
Because even if I was talking, you wouldn't hear
But this silence screams your name Read on