• Menace

    And so a storm rolls in,
    in the sky
    and in my mind,
    where I find
    even God cries
    for the unhappiness
    of a wayward son.

    Vaughan, eleventh grade, St. Michael’s Catholic Academy

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  • ToMyself

    Dear child who may or might have been,
    Who is and is not me,
    I look back and I think that those,
    Your years,
    Must have been so lonely and so alone,
    Even when you thought you understood all,
    Defined all.
    You were the child who was often message-boy,
    Rarely confidante,
    The only one who could not jump rope,
    Who failed to conquer the monkey bars,
    And lived with friendships of geography
    While you tried so hard not to trip over Barbie dolls
    Lying shamelessly naked on the rug.
    And yet you thought you were queen and prophet,
    You stood invincible,
    You had the audacity to jest at scars
    Even while you idolized that one kid who spent
    ___all of second grade in graffitied casts.
    I look back at the echoes of your illegible hand
    Filling up half-used diaries,
    And I do not know if I should praise you
    ___or bury you.

    Sarah, high school, north summer camp

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