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selina May 2021
please note: t/w: violence

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dear mister life-changer
how have you been?
i know you never answer
but i wanted to try again

introducing myself for the fourth time
i'm a small girl with big dreams
my dad walked out when i was real young
my mum hopes i'll have an easier living

i'm in kensington, philly
it's not a nice place to grow up
with drugs, gangs, and guns
my older brother once even got mugged

i'm writing from my little closet
my mum said it's for me to be safe
but i hate being alone in this place
it's such a small, empty space

a couple of gunshots outside
it's like this every other night
brother's not home right now
but i sure hope that he's alright

there's a clicking noise
it doesn't sound very nice
i hear footsteps down the hall
they're not mum's, they're too light

mister life-changer, i think that might be my brother
he told me you could make things right
but why don't you ever write back to me?
why don't you ever reply?

i want to tell you my dreams
i heard you can make them come true
just give me one chance, sir
it's worth it, i'll show you

i dream of a big wide world
where i can walk outside and not be afraid
a world big enough for every little brown girl
to skip down sidewalks and enjoy the day

i hope to move to the suburbs
buy a big house for mum one day
buy her leather bags and pretty dresses
and not a single cent she'll have to pay

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dear mister life-changer
i'm sorry there's blood on this paper
mum's bleeding out in the kitchen
someone shot her at the counter

mister life-changer
they told me to wait
i called the life-savers
they said, just wait

i don't know what to do
so now i'm back to writing to you
will you ever make a change?
will you tell me to wait, t—
wrote this poem that's a bit like a letter. context: a little girl living in kensington, philly, one of the most dangerous places in philadelphia, writes a letter to the congressional representative of her district. it's cut off at the end, and if i could, i would have added the sound effect of a loud gunshot. i think you would then understand how the story in this poem ends...
and if i die tomorrow don’t worry
i’m already used to hell
JKirin Apr 2021
Don’t come near!
I’m talking to you, you hear?
I’m no longer your purposeless teacher.
Here before you now stands a graceless dangerous treacher.
Have you come here to fight, my dearest pupils?
Here, now, I have no scruples—
Fools! Prepare!
about a teacher turning evil
Wallflower Mar 2021
Hello,
Hi,
Good morning,
Good night,
Greetings my friends,
It sounds like a chance
Like a start of something new
even when we're feeling blue
they connect us with strangers
and destroy the unknown dangers
And then "goodbye" is there
to end this whole affair
To leave us in peace
so I could write this piece
I'm just a silly human writing a poetry
who doesn't know how to rhyme- a tree
The end isn't supposed to make sense. It just points out the fact that sometimes being silly and not knowing what to write and how to rhyme doesn't really stop you from it.
Sarah Flynn Mar 2021
you took me to the beach,
even though I told you
a thousand times that
I didn't like the sand.



we walked together
along the shoreline

and it was there
that you told me
that you were toxic.

you told me that
you would hurt me
somehow in the end
no matter what

because that's what
you always do.



I should've ran
but instead I did what
you always did to me,

and I ignored everything
that you told me.



I should have listened
when you warned me
but instead,

I tuned you out
and listened to the
seagulls and the waves.



you told me that
you were dangerous

but instead of running,
I took your hand

and I told you how
much I loved you

and I clung to you so that
the ocean wouldn't
sweep me away.


I should've listened.
I let myself drown.
Svetoslav Feb 2021
It whispers in my ear.
The shadow with no fear
speaking, without shedding a tear.

About a danger coming near,
coming right towards my rear.
Speaking, equipping my holy gear.

It tells me to stand and sing
while it holds me under its wing

"Do not be afraid of the ghost.
It is only a victim so lost."
by Svetoslav Ivanov
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2021
Dear Mom & Dad,

I won't be coming home quite as soon as once thought. I have found a place where they really like me; a place like no other. Instead of being shunned and despised, like most places, I'm invited to everything:
parties,
picnics,
and parades,
my neighbors even welcome me with open arms. Suffice-to-say, I finally feel like I belong and plan to stay a while in this country.

Your Son,
Covid-19 Coronavirus, III
Note: this was written as a satirical health warning, and not in an attempt to make light of this deadly virus that has taken far too many lives
Daisy Ashcroft Feb 2021
Wrap my wrists in silver
And see what I do.
I saw the girl and shot her;
You want me to shoot you too?

Throw on the jacket,
Surround me in white,
I'm still going to escape it.
So come and join the fight.
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