middleschool
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Sometimes when I
look down at my arm,
I still see the bite mark
you had left on me.
The pale red,
the slight blue,
My mind and body so young and sweet
Ready to grasp the world and be free
Questions always spreading from my mind to my fingertips
Young and wild and full of joy
Another year older and brought to different standards
My cousin-I would never be
Not just because of my age
But because I was an entity
Going through an awkward stage
At times I felt incompetent
Compared to the girls in my class
***This was written in 8th grade. Our not-so-bright teacher wanted the class of 13 year olds to write a romantic love poem. I felt left out because I'd never even been in a relationship, must less been in love.
Everyday i wake up walking down long hallways
its a place in my head i fly to escape
maybe I'm an activist but i cant add this
list of reasons why i cant breathe
my future haunt me
my past torture me
in third grade i was the weird girl with glasses
freckled face
head hung low
whispers of
"she's weird"
"why is she so quiet"
i didn't know what self-hate was back then
I am beautiful
Something I'll never change
The way I look in the mirror
How my eyes catch everyone's attention
How I can make everyone laugh
When I don't even wanna smile
I know all the right words
All my life I was told to cover
Who I am
How I speak, act, look
I was told to cover my indviduality
I was told to follow a set of rules
Conform to the world's idea of me
But I shine through
When we're pushed down,
it is by one who has the same Bruises on their knees.
When we're being made a fool,
Sometimes I think about that long summer day with my golden skin and that natural hair I was too comfortable in and I thank myself for allowing me to be free even if it was just me and a mirror in an unconditioned room.
Middle school, 7th grade.
When you think you have everything in the bag, something changes.
It gets taken away, out of know where.
We were walking through the halls
us, the people who didn't fool around and fall
us, the kids who looked out for one another
so we could be there when one got into a brawl
1) Blast music from my room at 3 am while sharing stories with a friend I've only recently met
You have no excuse for your cruelty
Hypocrites
You think you are superior
Because of your intelligence?
That is one quality. one aspect.
Is that really all that we are?
Elementary school,
When's nap time? Is it my turn to bring snack?
Yayyyy, I can see my friends! Recess time! It's Friday, no homework!
Are the presidents present in your mind?
All 43 of them stocked up in a line
From suit and tie to minds so fine
In English, my name denotes culture; In Spanish, it represents a beautiful bird with a sonorous melody. It means devotion, it means standing out. It is like the number seven. An ardent yellow.
I'll start walkin' your way,
You start walkin' mine.
Best friends forever,
No matter how far away.
We'll find the means
To stay that way.
I'll start walkin' your way,
You start walkin' mine.
what should I do
which side to pick
in this battle
in my mind
that’s killing me inside
my heart chooses one
society chooses one
and I pick one
and I pick wrong
and I know it’s wrong
