I am a girl
with eggshell skin
and bluebird eyes,
nesting among
every color and
every song.
We sing our souls,
sweet and fleeting,
loud with meaning--
blue jay and blackbird,
robin and raven,
together.
We cannot fall,
only fly.
We cannot sink,
only sing.
We cannot apart
what we can do together.
Every color--
every chorus--
This is America.
And this is beautiful.
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Terrific poem, Stefanie!
ReplyDelete"We sing our souls,
sweet and fleeting,
loud with meaning--
blue jay and blackbird,
robin and raven,
together."
That's excellent!
Nice! I also like how "eggshell skin and bluebird eyes" brings in the bird metaphor without making it immediately obvious that that's what you're doing.
ReplyDeleteAlso, thanks for your comment on mine. It is rather full of the angst-y teenager there's-no-one-else-like-me-and-the-world-is-against-me-and-I-hate-myself sentiment that has been with me this week...probably just a part of my general trend towards bipolar misanthropy.
Thank you for writing a wonderful, happy poem and a happy comment! (You give me hope!)
Wow! You must love to write poetry because this is phenomenal! It flows beautifully and I love what it says about the diversity of America and about you as a person as well :) Beautifully done!
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