Questions in Class

i never understood the questions in class

“tell me what they should do,

how they should be”

i would say they can do what they wish

for they are them

and i am me

“no, that’s not a valid answer”

“i want your opinion”

“you are being lazy for what has been given”

no, i will not press my beliefs on others

for that is rude, disrespectful, and unkind

to one another

for i have lived with this all my life

“your opinion is wrong and mine is right”

and still as i sit with the questions in mind

i can only think of one answer




what you should do

and what you should be

is whatever makes you happy

’cause it’s not affecting me

the suicide rates are at their highest peak

because of people telling others of how they should be

now i stop and think

that is crazy

because people are dying

over others’ protrayed views of a “perfect” society

now all i have

is one little request:

to think of a world full of diversity

as a beautiful treasure chest

because i never understood the questions in class




you are sweeter than honey

no wonder the bees chase after you

i don’t blame them

so do i



your eyes are full of light

when you look at me

little bits of those sunbeams

gleaming back, i see

overcome with warmth

no more insecurities

you look a lot like forever to me


internal battle: the head & the heart

just because you love someone, doesn’t mean you’re meant to be with them. my heart has caught up with my head. i’ve brought myself to this conclusion that what i know and what i feel are somewhat fighting with each other, yet they both know the answer. still, that doesn’t make it any easier.

red paint

he stared at me and i felt

bright red brush across my

cheeks, his eyes started to

crinkle as i tried to rub it off,

but it only smeared

a tangled web of simplicity

when you’re in love with someone, i’ve found that you love them so much you don’t understand how a person could not love them like you do. so when i see someone else hanging out with you, my mind automatically thinks that they love you like i do.


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