Hope (Page 3)

A reclusive girl, in a red dress, sitting alone on a lone rock in the middle of a river, in the early morning

Reasoning (a poem)

Everything’s already been said. There’s nothing left to say.

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Black, plastic letters spelling out "ASK MY PRONOUNS" on a reusable, wood-framed square sign, nestled on a wrinkled rainbow PRIDE flag.

They/Them (article)

I hope you will join me in this act of solidarity as I stand up for those who are being forced to assimilate with a societal construct that does not fit them or reflect their lived experience.

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Close-up of a lioness, open-mouthed, roaring, teeth bared in the light rain.

On Days Like Today (thoughts)

They have seen it all and stood strong despite the pushback. They have the scars to show for it, but they also have resilience.

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A golden background highlights a dandelion field at sunset. In the foreground, a dandelion releases its seeds to float on the wind. Two immature dandelion buds are unfocused but visible behind it.

Words Escape Me (a poem)

What if words were free to fly, untamed by the pages that held them? What if they had a life of their own and were allowed free expression without constraint, without intentionality?

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A close-up photo of the right side of the front of a redheaded caucasian woman's face with her eye closed, blinking.

Blink (a poem)

An hour lasts forever.
A lifetime’s just a blink.
The time it takes to get there
is never what you think.

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Side view of an upset female student wearing jeans and a lavender hoodie. Sitting on an outdoor cement stairway, she leans against the wall beside it, her hands holding the side of her head in anguish.

Invisible (an acrostic poem)

I’m the invisible girl, nobody knows exists, visible only to myself. I shrink from view, strategically blending into the background.

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A shattered shop window shows signs of an attempted burglary.

Help (a poem)

The bullies carried baseball bats wrapped in chain and tape. Now they use both laws and lies to hit us with their hate.

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A still life photo of a medieval sword and hauberk. A steel sword, with leather-wrapped handle lies atop a piece of chainmail armor. A red reflection in the blade and hilt of the well-worn sword appears as though it was bloodied in battle before being laid down.

I am (a poem)

I am a hero to some, a villain to others. A friend and an enemy, all in one breath.

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A close-up photo of a man handing a handful of soil to a girl, who has her hands cupped just below his.

Legacy (thoughts)

Good, bad, and ugly, we have all been given a legacy. It is up to us to decide what pieces, if any, are worthy of handing down…

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A book lies open on a moss-covered stump in a forest. From its pages appear three sparkling, bird-like apparitions of pages flying away into the daylight.

Words (a poem)

Within Every Single Word Lies Strength.   Opening Minds Revealing Hearts Long Stagnant.

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