We are built up again
By what we
Build/find/see/say/remember/know.
What we carry means we survive,
It is what survives us.
We have survived us.
Where once we were alone,
Now we are beside ourselves.
Where once we were barbed & brutal as blades,
Now we can only imagine.
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.
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.
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