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Malia Jan 2020
Age
The future looks
So much brighter,
Is it really
As it seems?
Does your burden
Really get lighter
Or as you get older
Do you break at the seams?
All I want
Is to be free.
But will age
Be ties and tethers
For me?
Malia Jan 2020
Am I wood?
Sturdy but burns?
Am I glass?
Pretty but broken?
Am I metal?
Hardy but rusted?
Am I paper?
Pristine but fragile?
What am I?
Or am I stone?
Malia Jan 2020
The world is so weird.
These trees keep on waving at me,
And the wind is whistling while it works.
But seriously,
The world is so weird!
Like
Why is the sun beaming at me?
How can a sun beam?
Does it even have a face?
How can a moon have a face?
Gosh, the world is so WEIRD!
Malia Jan 2020
What’s your favorite color?
I want to know everything
That I don’t know about you.
Where did you get your middle name?
Where were you born?
I don’t mean to intrude,
It’s just I want to learn
About you.
I want to learn
You.
Malia Jan 2020
Why are my poems so sad?
I tell myself,
Life actually isn’t that bad.
You have a roof over your head
Some kids don’t get that.
Why are you sad?
Stop crying.
Stop it.
Stop.
Malia Jan 2020
Wake up...
                                                           ­              I know you’re there...
                                            Malia...
   ­                     WAKE UP...
                                                           Please...
      I miss you...
                                                          ­                      Are you here...?
                              Come back....
          
                                                       People need you...
            I need you...
Malia Jan 2020
My life
Is a plane
On downward trajectory.
I’m going somewhere
Down there.
I don’t wanna crash&burn.
But right now,
I’m crash&burningout.
Help me
Because I don’t think
I can pull up
In time.
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