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“Pollution” by Z.L

This is where I live now
This is where I’ve lived the last 15 years
Carrying my oppressor by my side

Every night we share the same pillow
We walk hand in hand through the day

In the mornings I pray you won’t be there
But you never leave.

You can’t leave, while I stay.

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“WILDERNESS” by Michelle Mangal

The most beautiful thing
I have ever known
was you asleep in my bed
me curved around you
one last cuddle
whispering goodbye
in the curls of your hair
before I go to work.

I never knew I could love so much,
That I could feel such tenderness,
Just from you asleep in my bed.

For a few more minutes snuggled with you
I’d miss my train
I’d bunked off school
I forgot who I was.

All because of loving you,
The boy asleep in my bed.

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“In poetry and no more” by Alnaika

Read my poetry and you’ll know
We no longer share the same spaces,
places mix with traces of you
Familiar albums sound so foreign,
I was left without a clue
We parted like the Nile,
after years of streaming lakes
There’s no use, and then I cried
Things still felt the same
I decided to gather my thoughts
Which got lost, unlike my faith
To have and to hold was taught to be mundane
I write and I wrote so similarly
I felt silly
As this chapter ended, one thing remained
I was left with poetry to my name.

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“Fishbowl” by Sarah James

I am tired of this fishbowl.
You have a clear view of the world but you can’t touch it.
You’re born with opportunities even when you’re not handed any.
You hit one bump in the road and give up.
Hands up.
You say you have no choice when you have plenty
You don’t want to work for a better life because you feel like you are owed.
I’m tired of this fishbowl

You’re fed so many lies dropping from above you’re missing all your life,
Focused on apparitions of the visions that you’re fed.
This gives you cancer that gives you cancer,
No matter what path is taken – you’re dead.
You say that only the best go belly up too soon,
But where were you when they were still here?
Caught up in your selfish mind
You wish you would have spent more time,
Saying the things, they needed to hear.
Actions speak louder than words but actions also raise fear.
Discrimination and rejection only equates to humiliation.
You’re so worried about the judgement you’ll receive
That’s why you bite your tongue until it bleeds.
I’m tired of this fishbowl
So many fish in the sea and none of them are truly free.

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“Some days I wake up…” by Olivia Kunaski

Some days I wake up
with my heart bolted to the floor
& it’s not worth the trouble
of picking it up again.
Some days I wake up
& it’s trying to beat its way out of my chest.
Or I can’t hear it at all.

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“FOR MY GIRLS” by Michelle Mangal

When I wake in the pale grey light
my heart is calm
my head is filled with thoughts and wistful yearning
thoughts of words and girls that mean so much to me
for I am a mistress of all trades and master of none
except one.
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