2016 My Year in a Poem
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All I want is to speak, but I am afraid what you’ll think of my voice
Instead, I reside to the shadows where I may speak without regret
Two-thousand and sixteen
Crowned one of the worst years in many peoples’ eyes
For many it was a year of distress, chaos, uncertainty
For me it was a year of self-discovery, growth, and learning
January
One man in a special year
This wasn't an average year
But who could say is every year
But see this year
The year of 2016 was special for one special man
Before us, it was me.
A hollow house stood on top of riches wider than the eye could see;
Nothing would stop me from knocking on the door of the bourgeoisie.
The thought of experiencing poverty was frightening,
The Paradox That Was 2016
Your 2016.
My 2016.
The year of attacksThe year of deathThe year of Trump.
Death comes calling me
“Surrender little girl” in my sleep he echoed
I do not respond back,
Though life is too short
He creeped into my life with these terrible things:
Bullies, threats, and sexual assaults
Expectations coaxe fears into reality.
Hide behind the beveled glass.
Responsibility ruins entitlement.
Summer still hazy in my sights.
Falsely rose, greying at the edges.
Twenty. It’s not a hard burden to bear.
But bent steel is never the same.
Be it from six years ago
or six days ago,
bent steel is never the same.
The fear from the robber’s machete…
I'm a Jew, this is true,
So no, the year is not new,
I'm still in my year, our calendar goes by the moon.
It's going alright, I haven't heard back from the University yet,
A radical Oompa Loompa or a Wealthy little liar…
Ah I can’t decide; I think my brain is on fire!
What about Jill Stein, she agrees with my stance!
I wish I could pick and choose,
sift the golden moments from the silt,
and disgard the less valuable.
I wish I could blot them out,
scratch ink across heartache,
Change is inevitable
It can haunt us
Like a demon in the night
You can try and take flight
But somethings you must grow with
From years of being a witness
To the abuse, it was all a mess
The world anticipates the new year
to forget what has gone past
but in 2016 we had many firsts
and certainly many lasts
Now we came into the year expecting a fresh start
The numbers 2016 will forever be engraved into my mind,
Not because of me being confined,
But in truth, I became defined,
By all of this year’s problems combined.
2016, it started simply divine,
January brought resolutions
Resolutions that I planned to accomplish
Accomplishments that never came because of self doubt
Doubt that stemmed from lack of self esteem
Girl in her own city’s bubble
Filled with In-N-Out and beaches
Finally breaks free
To see a whole new side
Of the world
That has its own bubble
