By Abby Coffey The first box says white The second says Hispanic My pen hovers Confused, conflicted My head and heart in disharmony My mouth creases, the edges turned upside down My mouth is a fraud The lines, the edges: they lie How can I be Hispanic if my r’s don’t roll? How can my…
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By Abby Coffey Once upon a time, on the edge of a forest, a girl by the name of Dersuave was born. A happy child, she grew up with her father and mother in a modest cottage. Dersuave yearned for nothing in those early years- the forest providing more than enough adventure with its limber…
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by Abby Coffey If I don’t come back this time There will be trapped doors everywhere I look Double-double helixes everywhere I look I will feel lost and overwhelmed Not knowing where to look Oh look a lighthouse Reminding me of an old blaze of fame Reminding me of wanderers But I am a prisoner…
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