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Kasey Park Sep 2017
In a keen student’s school bag
Suffocated in the bottom of textbooks and folders
A pen died

A moment of silence for this pen
Who was able to make it thus far
Unlike his friends who was dropped
Down the subway tracks

No one mourned when this pen died though
Only the pen knew
Of its arduous and hard-lived life
Filled with scribbles and ink blotches
Kasey Park Apr 2017
Blessed
Beyond words
Both in life
But also ironically in
Death

Happy

Because she was there
By my house
Blindly smiling
Beautiful

Sad
Bright in their eyes
Black in heart
Biting Bickering
Bugs

Blythe

Beyond words
Barely in distress
Boldly chasing away blackness
You

And
me
always
Kasey Park Mar 2017
She looks in the mirror fidgeting picking
Distraught, destroyed, disgusted
Her stomach curves out a bit and her arms a bit clumpy
Wishing, wanting, wailing

She looks perfectly fine but not in her eyes
To her she’s a sack of calories
Body fat sticks to her more than her mother’s positive words
Her reflection looks like a painting thrown out of a gallery

A part of her is done, fed up, and over with it all
“The media doesn’t affect me cuz I’m better than that”
But stretch marks crawls down the back of her thighs
And leaves her uttering the words “I’m fat”

At this point she says it to please her friends
They all say it actually; it’s normal conversation
But at night she knows they all go look in the mirror
And stare in horror with fear, and agitation
~~~~~
A few days’ go by as she sticks to
Her brand-new diet routine
Apples for the morning and Chicken in the night
But results aren’t as fast as she seems

She trembles at the sight of her
Cannot come out of her complete disgust
Of the way she is; why was she born like this?
Is it possible for a body to suddenly combust?

Her friends don’t say much or notice at all
Which is ok she guesses since they don’t need to care
But just sometimes, she wonders if they can see
The way her ribcage struggles to take in air

A few weeks go by as she stands in the mirror
Once again as she always did
Dropped two pant sizes, now size 8
Healthy looking but not that fit

Or at least not fit enough for her
So she continues to tighten the measuring tape
Stomach tightens and tears squeeze out
FAT FAT FAT is all she can contemplate

At this point she can’t see her body
She sees an ugly, disgusting garbage dump
Slim red lines scatter her thighs and arms
Hair is turning thin and comes out in clumps

Only after a few months do her parents see
How thin their precious daughter is becoming to be
But they become so happy and compliment her
For dieting well and looking so pretty

“My dear, you’re looking good!” they say
“You’re looking better than ever!” They all sigh
“How are you losing this much weight so quickly?”
She just smiles at them and lies

“I’m fine honestly and I never felt greater!
It feels so good to drop this much weight
I should have done this a lot sooner, I know,
But at least it’s never too late”

The skin around her flat stomach; its all fat
Her arm bulge and legs do too; she thinks it’s all so bad
Why can she just be skinny? Why is it so hard
If only she were thinner, she wouldn’t be so sad

Tears stroll down her cheeks, head feels like fire
Her weak limbs start to boil in anger
The girl she sees in the mirror, she hates hates hates
Can’t see the damage of her mind, the danger

The mirror cracks as she throws her fists
Against the reflection of the face she hates
Disgust and agony pour out of her eyes
Torturing herself as punishment; she won’t hesitate

The core of her mind is now corrupt
Everything that she sees becomes threat
The food at lunch? Her mothers dinner?
Just the thought of eating makes her upset

Because if she eats, she will get fat
And she won’t be skinny and pretty
And if she’s not pretty who will love her?
She just wants to be loved; is that too greedy?
Kasey Park Feb 2017
We're too quick to judge
Rash/ Fowl/ Harsh
In our thoughts and words

Who are we to judge another
Soul/ Heart/ Mind

We're we not all children once?
Happy/ Hurt/ Hopeful

Slowly transforming into adults
Irrational/ Unreasonable/ Selfish

At times of Fear/ Doubt/ Hate
Let us remember
Love
Kasey Park Feb 2017
Why am I afraid to try?
What can be the consequence of failure?
Disappointment?
Woe?
Dejection?
I speak as though it's permanent;
As if the rejection letter back from Harvard will forever define of me
As if my bruised face will eternally embarrass me from another fight
As if my voice cracking in the middle of a recital will forever
Keep me under my potential

Why do I say such degrading remarks?
"Oh I wish I was like you, i wish I wasn't me,
i wish I could have been someone else"
When there is no two person alike

Maybe that's why we crave to be under someone's shadow
Because we think that we don't deserve to have our own fingerprint
"Her fingerprint is so much more valuable"
"Her smile is worth more than mine"

There is no hand like mine
No soul that can shine
And can rejuvenate hearts and rekindle smiles like wine

No one person like me
Exists other than me
It's lonely and misleading
Because I'm the only one

To venture in life in my point of view
If I think about it, it's upsetting
No one can understand my heart
My wonders, dreams, secrets and thoughts
Other than me

We are the loneliest creatures we know
The only one of our kind exists
genetically so similar
But distinctly so different

Through our isolation and pains
We unite
Under one force of love and affection
We create the future

And to think I won't be part of this future
To think I'm not capable of any contribution
To the betterment of our society
When no one can see things the way I can:

How foolish
Kasey Park Feb 2017
I remember the day I became a boy
From the small little kid I was
That transformation changed my life
For the better or worse
Who knows

It happened on the playground
While playing freeze tag
He grabbed my hand to run
But just a little too tight
And my heart went BADUMP

****** my hand back, froze on the spot
And he stopped running too
"What's wrong" he asked "are you ok?"
I wasn't feeling sick and I could count 1-10
But my heart was all confused

From then on I could never go back
To being some random kid
From now on I was a boy
With feelings, emotions and love
Soon to be a man.
When you have your first crush
Kasey Park Feb 2017
I won't ever stop writing
For you
Because you make me hold my pen
It's true
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