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  Nov 2024 n
Leora Llewyn
Who decides right from wrong
Sometimes the line is so fine
You can’t see both shadows and light?
Why do we have to be so far to one side
Creating a distance where we can each hide
Regurgitating words without taking a breath
Speaking on death, and definitions of life
Heaving on sighs, the nazis and woke
Spewing our spittle until we both choke
Look with your eyes, who’s truly in danger
The people you hurt aren’t always a stranger
  Nov 2024 n
Kuro
I wish i could explain myself
Fully explain myself...
Stop delivering pain to myself
Be deliberate, and save myself
Instead of filling out the page by myself
Speak in full sentence to you by myself
I'm tired of being lame by myself
Not interested in fame by myself
So the emotions on the page are for myself
I wish i could give them to you myself
Explain why i need all of you to myself
I sorta need saving from myself
And you know what else...
I'm getting used to it being me and myself.
  Nov 2024 n
Sadique
White, black, green, and red,
Waving a flag.
Let the world know
There is a right to be alive—
The people of Palestine have,
In their own olive land.
The latest death toll stands at 44,383 Palestinians, around 70% of them are kids and women.
n Nov 2024
𓍼
Wrap around me,
tape me up,
add a bow -
then rip me up.
i am in pieces,
but at least it’s -
short n sweet.

‘tis the season right?
  Nov 2024 n
mads
My brain has been torn apart
Crumpled together
And smeared across the billboards of my timeline
My heart shredded and trampled on
My body has seen torments and tortures
That parents fear and
Don’t understand the possibility.
I was told it was my fault.
Every action had its cause.
Every act of terror had its reason.
Me.

But it was never my fault.

I wasn’t the reason I hated this thigh,
Or this skin
Or these bones.
Or this brain
This way of thinking.

Nothing was ever wrong with me.
  Nov 2024 n
Lizzie Bevis
In sunshine's glow,
we wear a smile,  
yet deep inside,
we feel the trial.
The weight of hope
can feel so grand,  
but woes can linger,
close at hand.
With every cheer,
loiters niggling doubt,  
can happiness withstand
what life is about?
To be the light,
yet fear the strain,  
When the bright facade
can crack and fray.
Beneath the mask,
a heart may strain,  
for constant joy  
can feel like pain.  

©️Lizzie Bevis
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