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Brave
My mother calls me brave, so I am brave.
She takes me to the bus stop on the first day of school and I am scared. She smiles and lets me go, so I smile and go. I am brave.
She sits me down and tells me we are moving. My father will be gone a while, and I will have to make new friends. She tells me not to be sad, so I stop crying. I am brave.
I want to dye my hair blue. I...
Thursday 5th January 2017 9:39 pm
Entropy
She'll take them back
The stones cut carefully and stacked against her
Her winds find ways through the cracks
She'll take them back
All content property of Chandra Mossine
*This original poem was published by the Columbia Art League in their 2014 Interpretations collection
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:45 pm
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