Poems

Poems

A Letter

I am writing this post to let you know that I know that I have been doing the easy things and I am sick to my stomach because of guilt and pity. Privilege is a carton box I hide safely

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Rooted

If people will ask me if I had any regrets of being a tree, I’d say, no from where I’m rooted I’ve seen people grow and die and bloom again, new seeds take form, singing hymns with their heads raised

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The Rain Comes With a Marching Band

I listened to the sound of a marching band playing under the rain where an unnamed storm blew its horn and the gray clouds clashed its cymbals in a cadence so ferocious the sky welled with pride while every human

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Holes and Other Missing Things

A button fell from my coat, unmade and spring air whooshed afront my face abashed about a button gone small things can’t be replaced with none A man looked at the moonless sky there’s a hole in the corner and

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The Morning Waits for You

And there will be mornings when you tremble a little bit and say again and again, “It’ll be alright” when you know it wouldn’t at least, not so soon but you hold on to the sun and its light on