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'Why do you run?' I asked the river,'So fast I can't compete.''I run,' the river said, 'becauseI have some streams to meet.'
Kids in camouflage sprint and stumble through smoke,
their faces smeared with blood and dirt.
It’s a burnt-out city with kids tearing into enemy lines,
I like to stay upand listenwhen big people talkingjumbie stories
I does feelso tingly and excitedinside me
She is not here.Not beside me in bednor in the roomat all.
It has happened
and drank soda
and didn’t eat lunch
and I almost got arrested
and I hate math
and tomorrow we have to play basketball in gym class
and I’m not that good
I wanna be a star.I wanna go far.I wanna drive around in a big red car.I said yeah yeah yeahI wanna be a star.
I write these poems
To make up for the empty slogans
that gassed me up and left me choking
I held too much in, now outspoken
is how I am, now my mind is open
Imagine if your nails are nails
so every time they get long
you hammer them in a bit to make them short.
Once everything was bigand you were small,but year after year your shadow crept up the wall and you grew tall.