My Tears of Hope This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

November 21, 2016

And today, I cried
I weeped for my rights
For my newly found freedom’s fluttering plight
I cry for the country that has given so much
So much hope for the future
So much hope for our lives
A model to what freedom should look like
The nation that promised us plenty
Promised us freedom
Promised us life
Promised us safety
A right to our fights
The state that swooped in and saved the day,
And set forth a model to how we should play

But like glass, it shattered.
It broke into pieces
First a crack, then a fault
‘Till it fell in gestalt
I was blinded by shards yet could see all

A disgrace to what’s fought for; a history lost
A dishonor to souls that fought for a cause
Sold away like a doll of memories tossed

So congratulations, America
For slapping the faces of your founding parent’s cases
Proclaiming the wastefulness of their lifelong creation
Saying NOTHING exceeds your corporate greed

The irony is not lost that on November 9 we gather against
The fascists, the racists, the anti-semitists
The ignorants of our world pride

So congratulations on a dream shattered
On hopes destroyed
On lives lost

If millennials were bitter, then Generation Y is caustic


Because I had hope, but clearly that is merely a wish your heart makes.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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