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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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![]() There are monuments built In the name of our youths For the chapters that fit Neatly within a straight-edged frame Bronze tears of commiseration Commemorate our formative years And verdigris encrusted embraces Loom over soft skulls They’re stagnant things With well intentioned eyes That avert their tried and toilsome understanding When we leave the flowerbeds behind And you leave the margins Of the picturesque gallery You feel those furtive eyes Trace your ghost and the path ahead The glances speak of sympathy For those miserable years they didn’t see For the ignorance that coalesced Through years of fractured knighthood All the while the wills of bandits Grew cast iron to survive And survive they do As their calloused feet Carry them beyond the garden That couldn’t hold their metal hearts And the statues that tried But were too tentative to take Daphne Bunker is a seventeen-year-old writer from Seattle, Washington. She loves creative writing in all its forms and enjoys scouring thesauruses for just-right words. She has previously written poetry and prose for local theater programs, TeenTix, and her D&D group.
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