wisconsin

On March 28, 2016
a poem by [hailey]

Yes, eye know Wisconsin is an anomaly. Eye am Dani’s August sister. Eye hate pink recycled sushi. August song girl, old book. 2000 babies are coming. 90 babies are running. Yellow when the golden retriever comes. Eye watch Bob’s Burgers but eat pizza ice cream. When 7 coffee cups spill on me, folks kick me with boots, and we end the day with bad mittens. Eye got hit in the nose with shoes.

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the ode to celery

On March 28, 2016
a poem by [drayshawn]

O celery, O celery,
you go with every dressing.

O celery, O celery,
oh how I love you celery.

You’re nice and crunchy and curved on top.
You started as a crop.

When I was a child, I stole you
because I love you so.

And you helped me grow.
You helped me get big and strong.

You are the only one.
You make eating fun.

O celery, O celery,
you’re just amazing celery!

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ribcage

On March 28, 2016
a poem by [tamia]

Exhilarated and innovative, how I should move this monopoly piece. I’m like a cannon when I blow. Explode. I don’t hold back. I’m like a Jolly Rancher. I grow back ten times stronger than your ribcage. I don’t play. Chef Boyardee ravioli in my bowlee, then I’m off on my journey.

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the fruitful waste

On March 28, 2016
a poem by [victoria]

My mom gave me a fruit.
It was round, brown, bitter,
and ugly. Disappointed and mad,
I threw it away and never looked
back. Long-forgotten, rotting some
place. An unknown waiting
to deposit all its chemical compounds
into the soil. Walked on,
stepped on, brought up, only
to be ignored like a useless
piece of landfill.

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human

On March 2, 2016
a poem by [brandon]

Am I a monster because my skin is a few maybe 12 shades darker than yours? Because my eyes are brown instead of blue or green? … Or is it because I have calluses on my feet and cuts on my hands and whip lashes on my back … I could go on all day. They were all from your forced labor. Look inside, I feel the same things you do. I am human just like you.

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monster

On March 2, 2016
a poem by [seantez]

Am I a monster because of the way I look? Am I a monster because of the way my breath smells? Am I a monster because of the way I dress? I may look hideous but if you really get to know me, I’m not a monster, I am a person.

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happy

On March 2, 2016
a poem by [brandy]

Kill me,
Kiss me,
Please love me!
Why him?
Why not me?
I’m in love with you,
I know you feel the same.
But you still choose him.
Maybe he gives you comfort,
More than me.
It hurts but at least,
you’re happy…

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barnyard

On March 2, 2016
a story by [dekoda]

“Cock-a-doodle-do,” yells the rooster. That signals that the farmer is gone. “Everybody into the barn!” says Judy the cow. As everyone piles into the barn, Judy gets run over by a car. Then when he gets back up he gets hit by a bus. Then after he starts crawling a dog comes and bites him and he dies. Then the cow comes back from heaven and gets shot. Then gets stabbed by the cop. After that he eats the cows cold dead body. Finally the cop dies and goes 6 feet under because he stabbed the cow … just for being a cow.

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judge me

On March 2, 2016
a poem by [chyalah]

Don’t judge me by my looks because they’re not who I am. Don’t judge me by my skin color because it’s not me. Judge me by my actions because they speak for me. Or better yet don’t judge me at all because I am only human, I am only me.

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forget all the liars

On March 2, 2016
a poem by [will]

Forget all the liars.
You lie so much that your pants are on fire.
Your eyes don’t look good on you, you need new attire.
Your lying’s getting old, you need to retire.
Y’all sayin that I kissed a girl
but y’all know that I go out with a girl.
Your brain needs a swirlie.
Stop with the lies tryin’ to ruin my relationship.
Don’t worry about me, stop bein’ an itch.
Y’all worry me.
I am your king.
I’m sayin’ this as a threat, not by sayin’ please
So bye liars, peace.

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