no one is against you
they’re for themselves
Tag: art
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in a world where being perfect is the currency
learn to leave your wallet at home
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these dandelions
pepper the lawn, in pattern
accidental art
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sometimes it feels like
the world is keeping secrets from me
a magical potion everyone is taking
that make them more beautiful, intelligent
than me
some elusive clocking device
the more they hide, the more secure it becomes
I wonder if they confide in each other
their best kept con
I wonder if they think I have one, too
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even as it seems
the world falls apart
and there are no good people
I consider how rain feels like
the universe, releasing pressure
and that the sun kisses every surface it finds
and how looking for good things
often manifests them
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windowsill, lined
in herbs, vivid
still, I can smell the way
freshly cut grass
danced in the breeze
we’d run through it
like confetti
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Plucking fruit from the tree
tip toe, out of reach
dancing on our feet
nectar on your lip
I was once told that
peeling an orange in one fell swoop
was somehow a marker of good luck
how many times did I have to get that right
to be lucky enough to have you now
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the sea, its tides
I’ve embraced the waves
because by nearly drowning
I’ve learned how to swim
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the wind carries you everywhere
that familiar scent of salt and sand
always seems to find me
every single breeze
seems to call you by name
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I think of how freedom tastes like
a crisp sparkling soda
where the sun meets sand
head meets heart
these are the places I always go
when the light shines on the back of my hands
today, especially
I remember that our paths aren’t all the same
that my skin tone is in itself, a token of value
one that grants freedom
the benefit of the doubt
a price that others often find themselves paying
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