For one of my blogs, I decided that I will give a portion of a new poem that I am working on for the amazing children that I met. They are our futures:
I've seen them
Over 700 phoenixes with clipped wings
Nesting in the open so much that you could swear they were invisible
They still have the cremation ashes from their past life
covering their bodies that can easily be mistaken for sand & dirt,
Nonetheless, these ultrasounds still remember that they are light.
However, it's hard to shine for even these walking Nebulas
when their forced to live in a police owned land that was once a river bank, (the irony)
so every monsoon season -
the rain would melt their skin as their area was not only prone to floods,
but they - prone to drown...
I'll finish the remainder soon. Be sure to check it out at of our poetry shows on campus!
p.s. One day Maddy, Jami, and Boki will believe me about the crystals haha!
I've seen them
Over 700 phoenixes with clipped wings
Nesting in the open so much that you could swear they were invisible
They still have the cremation ashes from their past life
covering their bodies that can easily be mistaken for sand & dirt,
Nonetheless, these ultrasounds still remember that they are light.
However, it's hard to shine for even these walking Nebulas
when their forced to live in a police owned land that was once a river bank, (the irony)
so every monsoon season -
the rain would melt their skin as their area was not only prone to floods,
but they - prone to drown...
I'll finish the remainder soon. Be sure to check it out at of our poetry shows on campus!
p.s. One day Maddy, Jami, and Boki will believe me about the crystals haha!
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