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 Dec 2018 Shie
Sabrina
Alter Ego
 Dec 2018 Shie
Sabrina
She's got a tongue
Sharp enough to make you hush
She's got the smile
Enough to make you blush
She's got the attitude
To make you go mad in love
She's the girl I wish to be
But I can't bring myself to be
She lives in my head
The girl I want to be
I lie in my bed,
thinking of what could be
She's fearless, strong and gorgeous
With the walk of a cat
Heart of a lion
Hiss of a snake
Breaking but hiding it
Confidence will rise above it
She's the girl I wish to be
But I just can't seem to become it
 Dec 2018 Shie
Zaynub Elshamy
Eventually
it will be over

Eventually
it will end

Eventually
it will be gone

Eventually
I will lose

Eventually
I will hurt

Eventually
I will be without

Eventually
I will suffer

Eventually
Eventually
 Dec 2018 Shie
c
Museum Display
 Dec 2018 Shie
c
My body is a museum
I am full of ancient ruins
Pieces of my past
I am fragile, beautiful
Tainted by time
You can look,
But please don’t touch
Dry
.
It
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a  jungle  when  the  clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what  I  write,  I  barely  feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
the rain
Es frustrante tener  las palabras pero no el tiempo y luego tener el tiempo y no recordar las palabras
 Dec 2018 Shie
Lost Girl
Warrior
 Dec 2018 Shie
Lost Girl
I am a warrior.
Stronger than her demons.
Braver than the darkness.
 Dec 2018 Shie
Anaya c
i am absent with myself
because i am too busy
fulfilling the needs
of other people
i am emptying myself to fill you
 Dec 2018 Shie
Emily Miller
My father walked me down the aisle,
But my mother held my arm.
He went with me,
But we went not towards the altar,
But towards the door.

My father walked me down the aisle,
And the ***** rang through the church,
Humming through the elaborate crown molding,
Carved by my ancestors.

He went,
Not beside me,
But before me,
And I watched,
As he was illuminated by the bright,
Overbearing,
Texas sun.

My father walked me down the aisle,
But I did not wear white.
My father walked me in silence,
And I shed tears not for a man standing at the altar,
But for the one I would never see again.

My father walked me down the aisle,
And no veil obscured my face.
All eyes were upon me, but not for my pristine beauty,
Instead for my clenched jaw and furrowed brow,
Severe and fierce to distract from my glassy eyes.

My father did not leave me at the end of our walk to sit beside my mother.
She clung to me for support and sobbed breathlessly,
Loudly,
Unavoidably,
And I carried her with one hand,
My sister the other,
And walked towards my future.
A future family,
Not one person more,
But one person less.
I walked,
One final time,
With him.

My father walked me down the aisle,
And I will never forget it.
Hundreds of eyes isolating my family from the crowd,
Slow and muffled sounds drowning in the deafening beat of my heart,
Blurred faces staring,
Black heels clacking against the cobbled path from the church,
The anguished wails of my mother,
The whimpering of my sister,
And the wooden box that glided before us,
Pulling,
A string tied to our patriarch,
The pin key of our family,
Pulled taut and then snipped with the slam of the hearse doors.

My father walked me down the aisle,
Before I had a chance to grow up.
He walked me,
Out of the church,
Away from the altar,
Never to be walked again.

— The End —