By: Samantha Jean Tate
There I go,
Posting another post
That no one will read
I try to speak out
For me and the trees.
No one gives a hoot,
My feed is pollute
My voice lies buried
Under ads and pics of kitties.
Algorithms dictate whether I will be seen.
Or if my content will be redeemed.
It's no fun when you're grieving something heavy
And all you get are crickets,
maybe a like or an "I Care"
and they say nothing at all.
Prompt: The summer after high school graduation
Ah, sweet relief
No more having to wake up
at 5:30 AM
No more homework
No more teachers' dirty looks
I'm going to soak up this time
By doing nothing
Because come September
I'm an adult
I don't feel ready
My brain is fried
Gotta prepare myself mentally
Because the chaos of college
Awaits me
By: Samantha Jean Tate
I thought 17 would be fun
Hanging out with my bestie,
chasing boys,
partying.
Instead, a storm came
that was uninvited
that tore through me
and left everything out of place.
He entered like a thief
not just through a door
but through me.
My trust had baby teeth
and he knocked 'em out
just for fun.
It happened in a minute
But the pain remains
Lingering for years.
A bruise on my soul
My heart screams for peace.
They say time heals
But I'll never forget
That stormy night
in October 2001
Gee...
I thought 17 would be fun.
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