ella wylynko
i wish i could see with my broken eyes
maybe then i could see through all the worlds lies
i wish i could be heard
maybe then your perception of me would no longer be blurred but instead all you see are the lies
aren’t we all tired of listening to the things that society shoves down our throats?
you have the right to say the things that need to be heard
the right to do the things that need to be done
to fight for what you believe is right,
we are not statues
i will not let the hand of society cover my mouth
i will not let the hand of society wrap around my neck and steal every breath from my lungs
i will not be silenced
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akira higgins
Word sleuth teachers,
Fill in the blank.
Education comes to a stand still.
Cryptic language,
Dance around the question like the ground is on fire.
Solutions fall flat on their faces,
Asses to the sky.
Walls crumbling down.
Drip. Drop.
Trigger.
Bang.
Blood dripping from a knife.
Cut throat critics,
Tell it how it is.
Kiss me with your hypocrisy.
Democracy.
Shirtless ego,
Exposed to unforgiving eyes.
Cry.
White shirts,
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I AM ART AND YET I CANNOT SEE IT
First acquaintances
made the distance
between us
seem not so that way,
to allow the belief of a mermaid
gave the life of Santa away.
I still believe you
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