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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() I will search for a poem – a poem amidst the layers of night that twists and turns with such grace it buckles the belt of Orion and sits on the fragile shoulders of a shooting star, striking up a conversation with the wishes that it brings from the earth below I will search for a poem – a poem that scrunches and squirms and becomes as small as it can, to fit in the wet, shadowy imprints of the kisses that the wind plants upon the blades of grass the dew I will search for a poem –
a poem amidst blistered afternoon skies upon which clouds, the confluence of a million scents, that emerge from a myriad lunches cooking together from the core of chattering kitchens I will search for a poem – a poem that bruises the sky just like a rainbow after the brain and when I say that a rainbow is a bruise upon the sky, a colorful façade of a scab that conceals something way deeper than what it seems you tell me that a bruise has many, many colors Comments are closed.
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