Idk wat to name dis

I am currently writing a book. This is a safe and diverse space and will not judge you. 12 years old.

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Idk wat to name dis

I am currently writing a book. This is a safe and diverse space and will not judge you. 12 years old.

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Dear Author,

Idk wat to name dis

1 min read

Writing is what the mouth can’t speak

But what the mind wants to scream.

Each little word a note of my existence.

I want these words to rip skin and bone

While still maintaining the soul.

I want these words to be a portal beyond our limits.

Once my words becomes a song and lifts the reader up and guide them away across the sky.

In order to calm my soul…

I write it down on paper.

A pencil, pen, or ...

Poetry

Strings

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A poem addressing homophobia.

From the day a human is born,

We are all born with an invisible string.

Wrapped around our infant fingers.

And as we grow up

That string becomes less and less invisible,

Some people find their string to be connected to nothing

While for most,

Your string is connected to another person’s finger.

Love is one of the most human things

That we can behold.

And so is ha...

Poetry

The Bird With No Wings

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1 min read

To address poverty.

The eagle stands tall

The parrrot dances

They all have one thing in common

They all have wings.

To lift them up and carry them away swiftly across the wind

Each year migrating to new land

To new hopes of surviving the snowstorm

Called life.

But have you ever heard of the lost tale

Of the bird with no wings?

Nothing to carry them up

Yet nothing to hold them down

The fish m...

Poetry

Air Drowns Too

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1 min read

A poem about mental health and depression

Each day under the pouring rain

Same and old, feet pressing against the wet concrete

Boots filled with liquid and tilting your head down

And yet here you are,

An imposter to the people around you

In the fiery streets,

The rain might as well be burning concrete,

Piercing your toes and your raging heart

That is awaiting autumn to come.

Only then, wind ...

Poetry

In The Garden

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A poem addressing all unaccepting parents of transgender children

The moment you hold your newborn child in your hands

And them then something that means your whole life—

So one day

You can look down at the plant you grew and say

“I made this”…

But have you ever realized

Your child isn’t a plant

They are a tree

Their colorful blossoms and leaves shine gold

Under the broad daylight

In a flock...

Poetry