By Ruby Esposito
Bodies are a beautiful natural disaster.
A thunderstorm leaving lightning bolt stretch markson the softness of a young girl’s skin.
The electricity ran through her veins.
And she danced through the storm clouds.
Until she was taught that wasn’t what beauty was.
By Carter Miles
The word is a fallacy
The world is your imagining
If you could stop defining
You’d be able to see all that’s happening
You’d start to see the world magically
You’d see the truth they stole from you tragically
You’d see that’s what’s good is what they told us is bad for me
You’d see it’s okay for others to be mad at me
It saddens me as I look around and see so much pain
It hurts especially when I look inside and find the same
But there are solutions to this pickle we’re in, not all is in vain
You might lose a little but we’ve got so much to gain
I’m tapping into my mind cuz I know it holds