“What’s in my heart is what you hate.
Freedom allows choices, the press to speak their mind.
Since January all I’ve felt is suffocation in the land of the free.
Is brave, now pointing guns at those you disagree with and blowing them away? Why is it right for some and wrong for others.
Don’t speak of morals for they are being lost as each star falls.
And they are not only journalists but all of us.”
No matter what I do I end up alone
Acquaintances surround me
People say be confident
Feel good enough
You will be
I’ve been happy, sad, mad, and glad.
I’ve rebelled, listened to their wishes, been there for people, and I wonder is it me?
I just don’t want to be anything anymore.
Still, Somehow I push myself, propel myself, and keep this body going
Not giving up
Even though I would rather stay in bed
I’d rather dream
No matter how I try
And you keep believing
Even when you question
If there is any hope out there
Stepping up to the plate
Attempting to hit the ball
Flying at you
Before you fall.
Angela K. Crandall
Star hearts shine in my sleep
I blink, missing it falling to the earth
Then lean down, and as I reach to pick it up
I fall beneath the sheets
Dreaming of a world complete
When all hands meet
And you see
There is not solely one direction
But we all might unite in reflection
If we’d close our eyes tight
Saying only one way is right.
Hearts ache together with compassion
When we meet in the middle
Understanding the madness
Chosen as representation
When not one of us
Has landed there
Who maintain an average income
To change the world
To better reflect
Instead of minority