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Only yesterday feeling eight or three,
But here I am, turning seventeen.
So many changes have happened in the past year,
Inhale
Take your steps wisely. It's your freshman year young girl. Don't be nervous. Take a breath.
New school, new people, new state. No one knows you. No one likes you. Wait, dont panic.
A year from now it was dark,
But that was before Clark.
So I came out,
with a famous shout.
Now I wear glitter and make my mark!
It’s cold this time of year
Bitter fights
White frosted hands
and words
School is tiring
Dull and monotonous
It is warm though
Life is not a mountain. Life is not an ocean. Life is a game, chess game. However, the game is not fair. Some of us are dropped into the game, one move away from our King being captured.
What a time it was to be alive
When 2016 came and flew right by
2016 came and everything seemed fine
Until upon my emotions it began to dine
It began to become dark and tore me apart
The way she walks transmogrifies
My brain into soft clouds and kites
When below is where reality lies
Sweetly, strongly, in those silt brown eyes
Around those black river rocks, madsmoothed
Through situations with Harambe
I learned to seek justice
Through my crazy at-home standards
I learned to live for myself
Through family drama
I learned to choose my own battles
Through insane politics
