I woke up this morning a high school graduate
everything is different now
I am wiser, stronger, better
I am ready for the next chapter of my life
for the real world
high school is an illusion
only a dream
nothing outside of the workforce is real
education is a fun house
mirrors warping reality
smoke and reflections and funnel cakes
I'm so glad I'm an adult now
this piece of paper told me so
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
rhyming poetry?
Do I look like Doctor Seuss?
I'll stick with free verse
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
finally i muster up the courage to tell You how i feel
i proclaim my love for You
You wrap me up in Your embrace
Suddenly, our clothes are gone
we're in my bed
my room is clean
You love me
we kiss
i smile
suddenly we hear a loud beeping
i'm awake now
clothed
alone
You love him
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
bite your tongue
but don't make it bleed
the blood mingles with the stifled words in your mouth
and makes them too personal, too powerful
impossible to keep in
blood keeps pouring out along with your soul
your voice reaches a sanguine bravado
offending people with statements you believe wholeheartedly
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
all I want is for
Taystee to be happy and
never see Vee again
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
i'm graduating.
tomorrow
twenty hours
who let this happen
let me go back to crayons and finger weaving
or at least to factoring
i am no adult
the world is no more ready for me than i am for her.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
i've never been kissed.
no one has ever pushed a few stray hairs out of my face,
lightly touched my chin,
and pressed their velvet lips against mine.
i've never been caressed.
no one wants to slowly drag their fingers up my thigh
or hold my hand until our palms are both sweaty.
i've never been held.
no one has ever put their body against mine
so i could feel the rise and fall of their chest
synchronized perfectly with mine.
i've never been loved.
no one has ever written me a poem
so sappy, i couldn't decide whether to melt or laugh.
no one ever will.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
"there are two sides to every story" my mother says when I suggest that my brother could be a feminist.
I'm tired of the "her outfit" side of the story.
I'm tired of the "make me a sandwich" side of the story.
I'm tired of the "friendzoned again" side of the story.
I'm tired of the "woman gets acid thrown on her for rejecting advances" side of the story.
I'm tired of any side of the story that marginalizes me for my gender.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC