The Perfect Girl
She’s been here for a long while, As long as the eye can see; And, she’s got the perfect smile; And always smiles at me. I feel like I’m judging myself far too much, Because of people like her, you see. Jealousy has me in a tight clutch; Because to everyone she’s always so sweet. On social media, I swear she has the perfect life; Always traveling and posting in an ongoi...
Mixed
Just because I'm mixed, Doesn't mean I can't hoop Doesn't mean I can't be impacted when someone is killed in the streets because they're African-American And doesn't mean I don't have the same black inside me as you. Just because I'm mixed, Doesn't mean I can't be scared when Kanye West says he wants to kill us all Doesn't mean I can't light the menorah Doesn't mean I'm not as J...
Burning Inside
Boiling, bubbling, blistering water inside me getting hotter and hotter. Spreading, seeping, steaming heat praying for my heart to beat. Swirling around the tiny pot are my thoughts I thought I forgot. But now these thoughts need a release from the little kettle burning inside of me. My pulse now racing, my body still shaking, I can’...
The Feline’s Fury
Chasing, after the fleeting glory, Praying that it was the time for her renewed story; She shot towards the light, And glared as her dreams were ripped out of spite. Her nemesis had rapidly appeared, Leaping out of the awaiting darkness; As her greatest nightmare cheered, Sending her anger to leap out of its carcass. Hissing, clawing, she fought for her goal, Yet she k...
I lie in bed wide awake, With the most painful headache. I can't help but overthink. My eyes are tired; I can't even blink. My thoughts are going around in circles. I try to count every shade of my room's purples. I bite my nails, What if everything fails? I scratch at my brain, And I watch the rain. I can't help but wonder, Just for it all to be interrupted by thu...
Light in a Dark World
Sometimes, the world is dark, Without seeing, there’s no way to make your mark. The people stumble around and fall, We’re like corpses, us all. Sometimes, I blink, to make sure I’m not sleeping, Feeling all alone, my soul is seeping.t I turn and turn, looking for a color, But I see none, because the world is like no other. I cradle my head in...
Where I’m From
My roots are in the lowest souths and the highest norths, From poverty and prosperity, From the intertwined paths traveled by two beautiful souls. I am from pinkies risen high and smart posture, From tea time and tiny triangle sandwiches, From crisps and chips and rubbish and colour. I am from a place of llamas and cholas, From salt-filled lands, and white lakes not of snow, F...
Wishing upon the stars
Nothing ever hurt, Guilt never met me Never touched me or talked to me, Just Passed by me. We used to look up at the stars I always thought they were dangerous, but you thought they were beautiful I never understood why, Until you became one. I used to think they were fiery planets waiting to hurt us at any chance they got but everything changed now...
Without a Trace
Jagged rocks rolling and tumbling, green grass swaying in the wind. You never know what a mountain holds, Behind one corner or the next. The mountains resemble the icy tundra, freezing everything it touches, In night, rain, or day. Something is lurking in the grass, looks like a wolf, from the look of the creature's face, which was fuzzy and I think I heard it howl. I ...
I’m Just a Jewish Girl Not a Worthless Human
Just because I'm a Jewish girl, Doesn't mean I’m greedy as a squirrel, Doesn't mean I'm an arrogant mule, And doesn't mean I'm automatically rich. Just because I'm a Jewish girl, Doesn't mean I whine too much, Doesn't mean I'm loud or too noisy, Doesn’t mean I only value materialistic objects. Just because I'm a Jewish girl, Doesn't mean I need to grow up and marry a wealthy man, ...
Where I’m from…
I am from incense sticks, From red envelopes and dragons. I am from the delicious candy Painted into beautiful animals (Slightly see through orange, It tastes like sweet rock candy). I am from the bamboos, The water lilies Whose gorgeous petals I strive to be I’m from tanghulu and red lanterns, Fried rice and dumplings I’m from the lovely delicious treats Fr...
Where I’m from
I am from YouTube™ and iPads. From the demise of cable TV The hard, cold, unfeeling Screen has influenced me throughout life. I come from pyrotechnics and doctors Whose flames and healing contradict. I am from the scientific advances Of the American soil. The sciences that America has established Has allowed me to understand The entirety of life. In contrast, the...
I remember you
Once we see an old photo, We remember those days, We feel the air, We hear the voices. It awakes us to ask, How we got changed, If life became better, Have we been grateful, We remember those days of sadness. Jumping into memories of joy, leaving nothing to chance, Because life is a giant puzzle that's always changing daily. And you must not take it for granted. I re...
Crimson Solitude
Wind blows through the dark, delicate, silk-like petals. Like a crimson dahlia, I find company in solitude. Together, its connotation is modified. A dahlia symbolizes inner strength, Not only in one but in all. A dahlia's crimson solitude suits me. Its complex surface with loads of layers shows the complexity of one's life you may not know about. Its mysterious look seems int...
A Queen with no castle
A precious Queen of the Night flower blooming in the night. As the stars dance across the stunning Mexico sky like graceful ballerinas, She’s large and fragrant, shining bright like the full moon. Gracing us with her performance for only one night a year. She will never see the sun or the morning’s light of day, However she’s here at last, elated and euphoric. She’s a rare...
I am from me
I am from the tall green palm trees that sway to the wind, from the soft yet powerful crash of the crystal waves along the shore. I am from the endlessly humid days, from the seasons who never wake. I am from the tangy orange state. I am from the dirt glazed Marley, whose smooth gray surface my pointe shoes scratch, I am from the sweet aroma of the blistering oven ...
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