& SO It is easy to harp,
Harder to hope.
This truth, like the white-blown sky,
Can only be felt in its entirety or not at all.
The glorious was not made to be piecemeal.
Despite being drenched with dread,
This dark girl still dreams.
We smile like a sun that is never shunted.
Grief, when it goes, does so softly,
Like the exit of that breath
We just realized we clutched.
What’s really funny about being National Youth Poet Laureate is that not everyone even knows it exists.
Please.
Do not ask us who we are.
The hardest part of grief
Is giving it a name.
To love one another just may be the fight of our lives.
Our scars are the brightest parts of us.
In this truth, in this faith, we trust.
For while we have our eyes on the future,
History has its eyes on us.
Change is made of choices, & choices are made of character.
We might not be fully sure of all that we are. & yet we have endured all that we were.
The great responsibility I feel is to get people to put that power and that hope in themselves.
Poetry has never been the language of barriers, it’s always been the language of bridges.
I was writing since I can remember – I just didn’t know it was poetry yet, or that writing could be a career.
The oration of poetry, I consider to be its own art form and tradition.
Poetry and language are often at the heartbeat of movements for change.
Always remember that
What happened to us
Happened through us.
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