By Evelyn Pritchard
We a word that has described armies
We the word that units the crowd as one
We the few, the proud, the people
We has caused meek men to stand and fight
but We can cause a pain that makes a heartache
We can make some want to scream, “It’s me! Just me!!
I don’t want to be a part of your We!!!!”
A word can unify but desecrate
Simplify but discriminate
all because a part of a We just wants to be a Me.
“This poem was written during a time in my life when I felt that everyone around me wanted me to fit into their little boxes and be uniform with everyone else. I felt that even though being a part of the group is really good and helpful, sometimes you just have to be you and stand out.”
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“ATLANTIC”
By Tazia Oxendine
the acid tang in my throat
from your terrible antics
arise and arose
on the cider-colored coast
as you dance to the sand
and the ocean's decor
and the noise of the shore
I allow my waves to rinse you clean
and accept your apology once more
the satin curls of your eyes
you're correct, are in fact my demise
you catch me in lies
you traced my mind
soul, body, and brain
left me in pain
then apologized.
here we are again
brought together once more
by the satin curls of your eyes
and the noise of the shore.
“This poem is about someone very special named Karissa Thurn, my best friend.”
