Poetry
This is a poem about learning to finally be happy despite not being around the people that you love. At times we find ourselves attached to people who do nothing but hurt and bring us down. This is a reminder that you can be happy even without people. You couldn’t compare me to a
I wrote this poem because even though it can be hard, even though it can be isolating and painful, to be a lesbian is a beautiful thing. It is anger Driven by hatred that’s fueled by fear A riot in the streets because that is the only way they’ll listen It is a fight The
Life is indeed very short. Our time here on earth is limited, therefore we must make the most out of it. Instead of thinking negatively, we must choose to look on the bright side of life; positivity is the key to happiness. Also, we must always remember to trust in the Lord with all our
I’ll admit, it was hard to find a proper way to explain this poem. I’d found motivation to write this when writing about a wildhearted character who doesn’t necessarily have a story yet. When writing this girl, I realized that I can connect with her in this wildhearted way, and it brought me back to
Interpretation of what follows is solely determined by the reader. I will provide nothing more to guide your thoughts. The early chapters are left fairly untouched. No corners are bent, I still used a bookmark then. Not knowing what to look for, there are no annotations for lines emphasized. A drawn cluster of daisies lay
It’s so easy to pass judgment on someone you haven’t met; it’s even easier when you hear them speak except they’re not talking with you — at you. However, there are those instances wherein someone actually converses with you and you’re so fascinated and excited from the rush conversation brings that, along the way, you become one
Since moving back to the town where I spent my elementary school days, I’ve been feeling a constant sense of nostalgia. I find myself thinking about who I used to be, which leads me to look back on the little things that used to matter to me. And then I realized, that in some way,
A kiss isn’t consent. And the stars can’t save you. I wrote this poem about something that happened, maybe to me, maybe to you, probably to people that don’t have voice enough to hurt through their words. This is my healing. I hope it can help. TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT Did you know that I kissed him first?
This is a poem that explores a sort of revelation about identity and growth. I wrote it this past summer, which was the summer I graduated high school. The transitionary period from a mild experience to the fast-paced structure of college served to be a difficult but a continuously growing moment. how the air
I wrote this poem to illustrate the acts of inhumanity faced by those who are and have been victims of mass hysteria in the modern world, and as a reminder that they’re still happening around the globe today and that we have the power to do something about it. They spread fast, out of control,
This poem about my fourth-grade teacher that I wrote years ago. It begins and ends with words from her — the first ones she greeted me with and the last ones I heard her say. To Ms. Shirai, I never got the chance to visit when I could, to let you know you’ve changed my
Image by Shannon Wright The way Beyoncé uses cultural and religious images and aspects in her work, to capture her experiences as well as the experiences of black women is really inspiring. Not only does it contextualize our experiences in a way that gives room to understand them, but it also makes them profound, something that’s
