Henry has a dinosaur suit
Zz zz zz the zipper goes Tightening around his Golden tan skin And straight black hair Only dark brown eyes peep Henry is nine, But he knows Life can feel safer in A Dinosaur Suit Than outside Where snakes hide Between red lips And Birds fly away Leaving him Alone
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I know I can dance
I know my feet can glide through the air My fingers, positioned and light My hair, black and curly, hugging my head I know the soft, yet sturdy feel of ballet slippers Embracing rough feet I know what it’s like after a long day to find solace In pliés, relevés, and élancés I know all of this because I am Mina Sicalc Fourteen-year-old Ballet Dancer But what do I not know? I crave for the wind to drag me away To express hope in rippling lakes To be alone, but not alone To be a part of a whole I cry to be seen Not on a wooden beam But on a grassy slope Watching the sunrise croak I ache to fly, to travel To see what secrets unravel To dive into frosty waves Not knowing if it’ll be okay Yes, I can dance Yes, I love when I prance Yet, I know I have more places to walk Afterall, I am Mina Sicalc Melanie’s voice was the tide
Swooping in and around With little delight But never petering out Hallways sung of her strength Of her pride and pain That clung to her breath Pooling on tiled flames She spoke and people listened Ignored red cuts on tan skin The expressions written In the crevices of her limbs Her voice, was the sun The breeze beginning to bud While everything else sunk Too heavy and numb She couldn’t speak Couldn’t even peek At her own mystique The family she couldn’t seek “They’re Indonesian” Was the only information She ever was given for collection All the rest, seen as temptation So, Melanie’s voice wound with the wind And people celebrated her flair Neglecting what was dimmed Will anyone ever truly care? Nolan can transform
He can rub his hands Dazzle his black hair Unwind by the ocean Smile for everyone And he would be different But not himself… The thing is Nolan loves himself He loves many people in fact Friends Parents Siblings Teachers Classmates Neighbors Maybe not his siblings (But definitely his dog) But strings cut his deep brown wrists And wrench him apart A clock squats on his heart And his legs can only tread so far Water thrums at his feet on the verge of sweeping him away Nolan wants his friends, parents, teachers, the world to be happy But he forgets himself Nolan, you are not alone You do not have to transform You are Beautiful and the world is happy to have you in it 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 I am peeking through the curtain Wishing for the show to begin So I can leap before the audience And proclaim I am Avani Iyer and this is What I can be Then I recall that this is a performance And Avani is gone, replaced by a lie Even so, under the makeup, dresses, and grins is me Trembling in red shoes and ruby necklaces, yet still Avani 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 felt replaced by a lie?
People don't realize this tower is fragile Guffawing, they thump around its slim figure The tower, obedient, stands in center Outside, it's sturdy and inside, it trembles I wonder what they would do if they knew that One whisper could render its fierce toppling So it would collide with the ground With a sonorous sound That would be the end of the fragile tower 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 felt fragile but the people around you couldn't see that?
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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