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 May 2017 Monotone
Cheye L
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 May 2017 Monotone
Cheye L
I began to recover.
No more fresh cuts.
Eating enough.
Then my drepression scrape.
My anxiety got worse.
I was doing so well.
Then I got hurt.
I fell in love with self destruction.
So when I fell in hard times.
I said **** recovery.
I grabbed the blade.
I skipped meals.
The blood,
The scars,
The hunger,
The pain.
Gave me power.
Yet again I say hello my old friends.
 May 2017 Monotone
Richard Grahn
The sun’s piercing rays
Sweep away all the darkness
Just daylight remains
 May 2017 Monotone
nivek
do we have a telepathic relationship
our waking minds know nothing of
do we commune in the deep of out of reach
calmly knowing all that's thought
well before anything is said
or are we showing off just bending spoons
sitting in the psychiatrists waiting room.
 May 2017 Monotone
JL Davis
"My dear.......But, who has made you
This sad that you must cry?"
For he only heard her sobs.
He only saw the tears that fell down
A pale cheek.
"Tell me, won't you please?"
"Can't you try?"
He only gave her a moment
Before he bent down his dark head
And gently kissed each green eye
That cried.
She looked up at him and smiled.
The tears stopped falling.
The sadness in her eyes
Had suddenly disappeared,
Like the dark clouds  clearing
On a bright sunny spring day.
She became changed
And in a most becoming way!
He smiled just as brightly too
And opened his mouth to say,
"My dear.....But, who has made you
This happy that you must smile?"
And, he reached out a hand,
"Come, my dear.
Sit with me for a while."
 May 2017 Monotone
student a
don't say, don't say you're human
don't say it's not your fault
don't say, don't say it's fine
don't say you're mine.
 May 2017 Monotone
Cheye L
I can't help but think.
I'll have scars on my wedding day.
Though guesst dont know not see.
I and a few will know they are there.
I hope my husband will understand.
I hope he will love me.
I hope he will love me when he knows how broken I am ,when he sees my scars and how my body is weak.
I can't help but over think.
Will he love a girl who's broken?
Will he love s girl who scars?
Will he love a girl with a eating disorder?
Will he love a girl who self harms?
Will he love a girl who is depressed?
Will he love a girl who had anxiety?
Will he love me for me?
 May 2017 Monotone
Hailyn Suarez
"You're Mexican?! You don't look Mexican?"
             "What's Mexican supposed to look like?"
"Oh, you know... Sombrero, a curly twirly mustache, maybe like holding a taco!"
            "I am eating a taco."

"No, like a real taco.
One that is like made in Mexico,
with like Mexican beans,
and Mexican ladies.
You know what I mean."
           "No, I don't."

"What's it like? Did you have a quinceanera thingy? Do you speak Spanish?"
           "No and no."
"What?! Then you like aren't a real Mexican. All Mexicans can habla Espanol."

            "Oh, you know what. I forgot. I know what it is."
"What?"
             "I'm not just Mexican, I'm German too."
"That makes like total sense. No wonder you can't speak Spanish. But wait, like were your family Nazis?"
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