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 May 2017 Alina
Pedro Mathias
If the world is against you
Don't worry, my child
These difficult moments
Will make you grow up
Cry, suffer
Then recover yourself
At the end you will reach
The day you're strong
I know life isn't easy, but I hope one day you will feel that all of it was worth <3
 May 2017 Alina
Emily
Rain
 May 2017 Alina
Emily
There's something comforting
In the pitter patter of the rain
The deep rumbles of thunder
Flashes of lightning through the window
Washing away the problems of yesterday
 May 2017 Alina
niamh
"You"
 May 2017 Alina
niamh
I scratch my skin,
My memories flake
towards the ground.
My weeping hands
reach out
to catch failure.
I search
with desperate eyes,
with a screaming heart.
Treacherous mind -
you stole his smile.
It fades,
a drumbeat
echoing to nothing.
You
You stole him.
Leave my memories be.
 May 2017 Alina
J B Moore
Nostalgia
 May 2017 Alina
J B Moore
It tastes like blue raspberry cool-aid,
After a summer day full of fun,
And smells like freshly cut grass
Or sunscreen before a day in the sun.

It feels like the cold air in your lungs
As you play in freshly fallen snow
And sounds like Christmas caroling,
In case you didn't know.

It's the smell of the air before it rains
Or the calm before the storm.
It's the thunder in the distance
Or a cool breeze after it's been so warm.

It's pumpkin scented candles,
And brightly colored leaves
Its football on thanksgiving
And apples picked right from the trees

It's the taste of the salt in the air
And the cool of the mist from the sea
In case you ever had to ask
That's what nostalgia is to me

5/19/17
 May 2017 Alina
Neo
Freedom
 May 2017 Alina
Neo
I am not free.
I cannot wear what I want,
because I'm going to get attention.
I am not free.
They keep on ******* me with their eyes.
I wear a skirt; they stare.
I wear a dress; it gives them a right to touch me because I "asked" for it.
I wear jeans: they're too revealing.
I am horribly limited!

I have to look over my shoulder everyday,
because I am not safe.
I am not safe at home.
I am not safe at school.
I am not safe at a mall.
I am not safe anywhere.

My first thought in the morning is:
"This could be my last day alive",
because I could get abducted and have my organs harvested.
Nobody cares about my life.

We as women are belittled.
Our existence is not valued.
We are treated like we are nothing.
They beat us.
They **** us.
They **** us.

I am a South African woman.
The system has failed us.
I am not protected.
I am not safe.
I am not free.
 May 2017 Alina
Kee
5.19.17
 May 2017 Alina
Kee
my feet are pounding the ground
but it feels like im flying
my heart is beating like drums
but i can't feel it at all
all i know is that im a few steps away from freedom
can my feet take me there?
maybe i can leap to it
i can't fail
i need this
i need to be free
i want my own air in my lungs
no, not want
need
i need
i need to be free
in economics class
mr. gardner is talking too much
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