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love-like
i watched you walk home that day.through the window,i saw the clouds openand the sun turned your skin to gold,as if an angel in the sky wantedto watch you with me.because you’re the only one that’s there,you’re the only one that matters.at least that’s how i always saw it—saw you—me—alone,but you had to go home…
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On Climate Denial (V3 Climate Group)
Denial is the first stage of grief, but what are you grieving?Maybe the fact that our clean air is leaving,Our lungs constantly receiving the grey,Ourselves slowly receding into the black.Our blue waters we pretended to love,Suffocated with plastic we disposed of.Red turns the dove who flies awayWith no turning back.Back into time when I still…
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On Climate Denial (V2 Climate Speaks)
Denial is the first stage of grief, but what are you grieving?Maybe the fact that our clean air is leaving,Our lungs constantly receiving the grey,Ourselves slowly receding into the black. Our blue waters we pretended to love,Suffocated with plastic we disposed of.Red turns the dove who flies awayWith no turning back. Back into time when…
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state of the union
Fellow citizens of America.. Scratch that—let’s be frank here for a moment. I just said that to make you feel as though we’re on the same level, but c’mon now! I’m the president, you’re the citizen, let’s get that straight. I’m so humbled and grateful for this position. Really, wow. Thanks for voting me in…
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my mother’s story
It was warm, but not too warm; the perfect temperature to only wear a sweater. I was nine years old; the second youngest out of my sisters. There’s Annette, Pat, me, then Charlene, but Charlene is nine years younger than me so she didn’t go to school with us. We were the only black students…
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rose
America — where the streets are literally pavedwith golden mac and cheese from my Grandma’s kitchen.where opportunities grow like apples on trees,just waiting for you to reach up and pick them off,and when you finally do, you take a bite and plant your own.where the songs of each country come togetherto form a new melody…
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bliss
the sunrise. or maybe just a little before it. the sky, flaunting a pale blue to signify the near presence of the sun, has finally awakened. clouds — not invasive, nor intrusive, nor shielders of heat, but created as a model for renaissance paintings — litter the blue as they settle into position for the…
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march 24, 2018.
12:05pm. Black Lives Matter sign held by white folk. Kim nods. Laura takes a picture. We look around…. (continued)
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something about black boys
Blackness is sunshine. Sun shining, Making skin glow. The sun is melanin. Melanin is gold, Glimmering gold, Golden…. (continued)
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On Climate Denial (V1 Original)
Denial is the first stage of grief, but what are you grieving? Maybe the fact that our clean air is leaving, Our lungs constantly receiving the grey, Ourselves slowly receding into the black. Our blue waters we pretended to love… (continued)
JORDAN SANCHEZ
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