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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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![]() silky ripples pool up beneath the nape of Liberty’s neck under this characteristic Arizona blend of heat & spice & dust & song; she covers artificial canvases with bloody opposition i turn to the sky. what am i looking for? i do not know,
damned to being a child in the crossfire of a libel, a riot, a protest, a change- my tiny fingers ball up young hands falling to old ground. i am a quilt of molted words patched together at fraying seams; i am a kaleidoscope of salt & tears reflected over some forgotten eclipse, i am a piece of ancient artwork carved with sticky clay from thoughtless hands- but most importantly: i am powerless within a powerful country and there is a call i cannot heed. there is a voice i cannot follow for another five damned years. there are things i cannot say and things i cannot know so i will sit here and weep for a lost nation with knees pressed against the scraper. Comments are closed.
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