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
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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
i want a home without death without fear //
the house i live in struggles with welcoming me //
it doesn’t accept my skin just because it is riddled in naps & honey // Read on
I am brown/Brown, dirt is brown/They think I am dirt, dust/
They clean me out from underneath their fingernails/Wrinkle their noses in disgust/
But no, I am brown/Brown, black soil, fertile/I am soil/I am your roots/Without me no trees/No oxygen for you to breathe... Read on
I am girl/and girl does not mean/“Sexualize me”/“Pry me apart”/“Look me up and down.” Read on
Events like this remind everyone that teens do a have a voice — a loud and creative one at that. Read on