We are small, yet the world is big
I think as I clutch the metal bar The world churns in my stomach But all I see is the red of the tarp My feet are not writhing in the air No, they’re sailing until they land On the silver platform on the other side And the crowd below claps, climbing into my ears But all I can hear is you, Your laughter when we sit Quiet in a place Not here
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Bìhn La has been waiting
Yellow weeds scratch their ankles Breezes itch their pale brown skin Their smile, tense, echoes Two days ago marked their 47th year Breathing, sleeping, moving Craving a genesis Aching to belong, but not Now, sit at rusted benches That only chafers accompany Bìhn hungers for growth, change, a metamorphosis Something to sustain, to protect, to encourage At night, they lie under white sheets with ink sparking their eyes They search between lines and under bindings They scan digits and icons They slump on dusty ground, black hair tangling with weeds Uncertainty wavers in their heart All that Bìhn yearns for is a single story One story that acknowledges they exist Do you ever need a panda hug? A hug just for you; I know I do Things are just so confusing Now With COVID, with life, with all the stuff With sisters, with parents, with belonging to a family With finding a home and possibly losing it With ignorance, prejudice, and police shootings With thunderstorms, heat, and shouting neighbors How day-after-day I'm alone with Mykayla while parents are out Now Suzanna, I say to myself, Time to breathe And faintly, I feel the panda hug Thank you for reading! If you like my poem, please don't be afraid to give it a share. Comments are always welcome and I love hearing your thoughts. Question: When was a time you needed a panda hug?
I am looking out the window and trying to think Golden water murky with fish A horn booming with riches Laughs, light and tickling Yet, none identify me I, Elizabeth, am inside Thoughts crawl out of my mind and tangle with humidity Plans, ideas, sparks, tools, questions, answers, never pausing But no one notices Because I am just a girl looking out the window and trying to think Thank you for reading! If you like my poem, please don't be afraid to give it a share. Comments are always welcome and I love hearing your thoughts. Question: When was a time you silently watched things happen around you?
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