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Lily Rose Poem
After about three days
I realized that I felt better
And I was terrified
Because that just means
That I have successfully turned up the volume
In my headphones so loud
That I drowned out every last thought I had
When I realize that it is a good day
I wonder how far "good" goes
Because that same day I wake up in the middle of the night
With an anxiety attack
Blood rushing, heart beating
I remembered that I was still alive
And the only reason it was still a good day
Is because I fought it
I remember that I would rather be under water
Struggling and fighting to get back to the surface
Is better than being at the surface on a canoe
Thinking about how I wouldn't care
If it tipped over and I couldn't get back up
I want to tell you this
I want to tell you that the canoe is tipping
I wrote out the text I wanted to send you
And deleted it before I could send it
Like screaming for help
In a soundproof room
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Lily Rose Poem
The wind blowing harshly on the trees
Swirling them around
Like green paint on a canvas
The sound
Is equal to that of drums
Like cymbals
A shimmer of noise
Echoing and fading out
It smells like summer
The aroma of vacation and relaxation
The breeze on your skin
The coolness
When you finally know what the trees are feeling
The rare and overlooked moment
When you can relate to them
The taste of a breath of fresh air
Is one that should be cherished forevermore
You didn't know that you couldn't breathe before
Until you finally inhaled
The sweet taste of the wind
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Lily Rose Poem
The breeze
Smells of sunscreen
And salt
The salt
Gives the air
An interesting flavor
That almost tastes like
French fries
The blue
And sandy tones
Make an all too familiar
Canvas
Of a natural beauty
That is sometimes
Clouded by a brightly colored
Beach umbrella
The sand
Is warm
It is like running on hot coals
It makes children more eager
To get to the vast,
Blue,
Cooling,
Ocean
The waves are crashing
Into each other
The wind is howling in your ear
Parents talk about the latest situations
Toddlers scream, excited at a crab
The ice cream truck
And it's bell
That comes every two hours
Has been seen by you all
Of ten times
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Lily Rose Poem
When I was small
My favorite color was blue
It was my first day
Of kindergarten
Proud to announce it
Only to realize
That blue
Was a "boy color"
The girls told me that
Just like their mothers
Told them the genders
Corresponding with colors...
But this is not about colors
This is about how
Each unshaved hair on my leg
Or shaved hair on yours
Is your choice, not society's
This is about how
Women should be comfortable
In their own skin
This is about how
Each and every girl
Should be able to feel
Comfortable
In public
Without a mask of makeup
Hiding their natural skin
We are facing society
Head on
Wether it has open arms for us
Or not
No longer do we care
About what society thinks of us
We are the rejects of middle school
We have broken out
Of our boxes
And traveled beyond the shelves
And do you know what we found?
An entire nation
Of diverse
Intelligent
Women
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Lily Rose Poem
To sum up dress code:
Boys: Wear clothes
Girls: No mini skirts, crop tops, short shorts, ripped jeans, leggings, yoga pants, spaghetti straps, low necklines...
Shall I go on?
"Do you have a sweatshirt that you can cover yourself with?"
A principal asks
In 80 degree weather
After I explain that my parents
Can't bring me a change of clothes
Because they work
Because my clothes
Would be "asking for it"
But must I remind you?
What you wear isn't consent
If I am so distracting
Then you should ban every ruler in this school
They drive teachers crazy
Because students fidget with rulers
But what is that you say?
"Students wouldn't be able to learn measurements?"
Funny how you keep me here in the office for hours on end
I'm not able to learn the lesson plan for today
Because I am distracting
You call this preventing me from being a victim
When you could have just caught the criminal
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Lily Rose Poem
Your first death happens
When you start feeling sad
And sad for no reason
And you don't know why your sad
And you think about it too much
And there goes your anxiety attack
When your second death comes
You thought it would never happen
You promised it wouldn't
You didn't think it was bad enough
But you feel so terrible
That the tears forgot to come
Your third death follows shortly after the second
You have told your self
That you'll never feel bad enough to do it
You tell yourself that
When it happens you have lost
You say that you are a survivor
But when it happens
You're grateful for cats
Because you can blame the cuts
On them being playful
When you have died a fourth time
Your brain sings a little symphony that goes like this:
You won't think about it
Don't think about it
Deny
It never happened
You never thought about it
But you did
No you didn't
Yes you did
You thought it on accident
After you have died
Every time
You are still alive
Life isn't the same
Because it is no longer
A question of 'will it break me?'
It is a question of 'how much will it hurt?'
But you must remember
That you died four times
And lived to tell the tale
You must remember that
When it tries to kill you
It forgot you were immortal
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Lily Rose Poem
1
I am in the park
Holding her hand
The parents staring horrified
Because they are
2
Homophobic
The only choice
Is being supportive or unsupportive
And please don't tell me
3
That you are impartial
You are either with me or against me
But either way I am proud of my flag
But it is
4
Shredded up by the homophobic kid
I put up that flag for pride month
But
5
I told teachers
What happened
And for once they listened
And for once I felt like had
6
Allies
The ones who chose to be on your side
Who chose with you
Instead of against you
When I was
7
Years old
I had a crush on a girl
I didn't know it was a crush
Until I looked back and realized that
8
I am uncomfortable with guys
When my mom asked me if I had a boyfriend
I wanted to laugh
Yell
And
9
Cry
Because I wasn't sure who I was
Because I wasn't sure my parents would accept me
Which is why
10
I do not know how they will react
Everyone seems oblivious
To
11
I like girls
I am a girl
And I am proud of it
I am comfortable with myself
I was only
12
When I found out
And I have decided I will not come out
Not because I am not comfortable with who I am
But because I am scared
Of how comfortable they are
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Lily Rose Poem
The lines seem to find each other
I finally draw the eyes correctly
And everything seems perfect
She is drawn in one of her favorite shirts
Her hair is fluffy, her nose pointed
Her eyebrows sit above her eyes
Knowing their place
I do not draw her smiling
I refuse to sketch a lie
She doesn't always smile
Please don't ask me why
Her smiles are rare
And when she smiles
The entire world glows
When she smiles
It's also like forgetting
Like forgetting how she is wired
And how I'm wired
We share many things in common
But this similarity between us is one
That both of us would rather not understand
But though I do not draw her smiling
I'll still hold her hand
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Lily Rose Poem
After going through my phone
And finding the fight that I had
With a now ex-friend
My grandmother says
"It's better to be nice"
I said nothing
But the meaning of this poem
Is not silence
It is not better to be nice
It is better to defend yourself
Please do not sit in silence
Do not fear being called
"Stubborn"
It is a synonym
For strong,
Independent girl
When your points are valid
Stand by them
When they tell you to shut up
You have won
Because there is absolutely
Nothing else for them to say
They are at a loss for words
Because yours were strong enough
And stronger
Remember this
Fight for yourself
For others
For what you believe in
Do not let those
Who are ignorant
Who will never recognize
They are wrong discourage you
For you are a fire
That will burn
For centuries
If it proves your point
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Lily Rose Poem
Your soft lips
Your hands upon my hips
We don't care if the world around us
Makes a fuss
I cannot recall the time or place
The only thing I remember is your face
And when I am sure that we are done
You remind me that it has just begun
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