I drag my index finger along the broken hearts on my english notebook
Slowly creating an indent on the cover as the ink beings to fad
Fingertip starts to mimic the cover of my notebook
I look carefully at the way it’s smudged
The broken heart has smudged together becoming whole
Thinking to myself
Maybe my heart could take notes

Teammates supplement for family
Black and white pentagons are the walls around me
Studded shoes fit snug as skin
Practices beg for offerings
We give them Blood
Wanting more, we give sweat
Arguments with my family bring tears
We fight for every moment
Our pulse pumping with the seconds on the scoreboard
The score is never important
All that matters is our sisterhood
We are one

Road maps act like walls
Feeling like continents are purposely putting distance between us
I dream of you, and you of I
You miss me, as I miss you
The only thing to lighten the desire
Is to stare at the sky
To know you’re staring at the same stars

friends
and family
thought
He
served
for
passion,
He
survived by
memories

I’ve spent countless days at the top of a hill
Keeping eyes fixed on an Oxen
I am in love with the Oxen, yet he does not love me
It’s his lack of ferocity that makes me humble
Power is ingrained in his physical make-up, yet he spends hours relaxing
His jaw in constant rotation, others surround him, he barely takes notice
Before I know it, the sun is ending it’s shift
So I must say goodbye to the Oxen
For I must return to a husband with hungry fists

I bear invisible masks across my face
Countless shining lights pointing at my skin
My pores suffocating beneath their heat
Reciting old words others find foolish
I find them beautiful
When I speak, I hear silence
Emotion flowing from my body
Frantically climbing to my peak of exhaustion, this mountain is limitless
Those lights cool off
Darkness engulfs me
There is silence
As I tune back to reality
Thunderous hands pound my eardrums
I await for the next script

I haven’t been in this world very long
Not much makes sense to me
Priests thieving from the hungry to get closer to god
Building temples in honor when others require shelter
My opinion is never heard, my voice too mellow
On two knees, I beg God for a voice like his
He presents me with pen
They will hear me
Through ink