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The teacher had us introduce ourselves to the class,
The first day of middle school seemed so mundane.
And then it was your turn,
You sure stood out when you stood up.
It was because of that red jacket you wore,
And your fiery disposition.
The three questions were
"Name", "Age", and "Dreams".
I couldn't quite catch the other two, but the last one,
everyone did.
You proudly declared, like a little kid, that
"I want to become a hero !"
And everyone collectively stifled their giggles.
How embarrassing, you idiot, I thought,
I rolled my eyes to the left, with the most audible sigh.
You turned towards the back, your eyes on mine,
we locked glares for a few moments.
"I will become a hero,
I'll certainly, certainly become a hero!"
I rolled my eyes to the right, with a less audible sigh.
That red jacket, the sleeves clinging tight to your neck,
What are you, a flying superhero with a red cape?
What a kid, with flightless wings,
and an absurd, comic book dream.
And you really did try,
obnoxiously meddling in everyone's affairs.
But why is it that,
They do look grateful for you in the end.
And you're always smiling triumphantly.
And back then when I was cornered,
by the bullies that won't let go.
You would swoop in, and tried to protect
The me who laughed at your soul.
You won, but rather costly,
the red gushing down from your forehead.
But you stupidly told me with a grin,
"It's alright,
Red is the color of heroes."
And now, you really have flown.
To become a superhero clad in red.
To a city, where dreams would fly,
I reached for you at the vibrant blue sky.
The teacher had us introduce ourselves to the class,
The first day of high school seemed so mundane.
And then it was my turn,
I knew I stood out when I stood up.
It was because of that red jacket I wore,
and the redness of my cheeks.
The three questions were,
"Name", "Age", and "Dreams".
I hesitated for a while,
How embarrassing, you idiot, I thought.
But then I remembered your words
"Red is the color of heroes."
I took a deep breath, and spouted it out,
"I want to become a hero!"
And everyone collectively stifled their giggles.
But one person at the back,
I knew they rolled their eyes to the left, with the most audible snort.
I turned towards the back, my eyes on theirs.
And smiled to that shadow of my past self.
"I will become a hero ."
The first day of middle school seemed so mundane.
And then it was your turn,
You sure stood out when you stood up.
It was because of that red jacket you wore,
And your fiery disposition.
The three questions were
"Name", "Age", and "Dreams".
I couldn't quite catch the other two, but the last one,
everyone did.
You proudly declared, like a little kid, that
"I want to become a hero !"
And everyone collectively stifled their giggles.
How embarrassing, you idiot, I thought,
I rolled my eyes to the left, with the most audible sigh.
You turned towards the back, your eyes on mine,
we locked glares for a few moments.
"I will become a hero,
I'll certainly, certainly become a hero!"
I rolled my eyes to the right, with a less audible sigh.
That red jacket, the sleeves clinging tight to your neck,
What are you, a flying superhero with a red cape?
What a kid, with flightless wings,
and an absurd, comic book dream.
And you really did try,
obnoxiously meddling in everyone's affairs.
But why is it that,
They do look grateful for you in the end.
And you're always smiling triumphantly.
And back then when I was cornered,
by the bullies that won't let go.
You would swoop in, and tried to protect
The me who laughed at your soul.
You won, but rather costly,
the red gushing down from your forehead.
But you stupidly told me with a grin,
"It's alright,
Red is the color of heroes."
And now, you really have flown.
To become a superhero clad in red.
To a city, where dreams would fly,
I reached for you at the vibrant blue sky.
The teacher had us introduce ourselves to the class,
The first day of high school seemed so mundane.
And then it was my turn,
I knew I stood out when I stood up.
It was because of that red jacket I wore,
and the redness of my cheeks.
The three questions were,
"Name", "Age", and "Dreams".
I hesitated for a while,
How embarrassing, you idiot, I thought.
But then I remembered your words
"Red is the color of heroes."
I took a deep breath, and spouted it out,
"I want to become a hero!"
And everyone collectively stifled their giggles.
But one person at the back,
I knew they rolled their eyes to the left, with the most audible snort.
I turned towards the back, my eyes on theirs.
And smiled to that shadow of my past self.
"I will become a hero ."
Literature
A message to the broken
You drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Literature
No
No you can’t do that!
No you can’t have that!
No we can’t afford that!
No that’s not healthy for you!
No you can’t stay up that late!
No you need to loose at least five more pounds!
No that college won’t accept your lazy self!
No that’s not perfect!
No a ‘98’ can’t be your best!
No you can’t make a living from writing!
No you can’t do what you dream!
No, no, no, no, NO!
I’m so tired of ‘No’!
Yes you can just sit there like a good girl.
Yes you can eat all these protein shakes and vitamins.
Yes you can be the perfect person I want.
Yes I’ll g
Literature
Introvert
I'm quite loud, and out there
But only with my friends.
I clam up, the moment I'm
Center of Attention.
I can't speak, or I mumble
My face explodes in deep colors of red.
They're all watching me, waiting
and suddenly words are gone.
When it's all over, I'm embarrassed
Thinking about what I could have said.
Why couldn't I?
I'm afraid.
Afraid that they think I do this on purpose.
That I change my voice to be "cute."
I don't.
I really don't.
It's just how I am, when in front
of others, who are listening to me alone.
I am an
Introvert.
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