Aylissa Ramirez

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Laying on the sidewalk,
I can feel my heart beating against the cement.
I can feel the ant crawling on my arms,
it would be useless to brush them off.
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When I write I think of you.
I write love poems,
Dream poems,
Even I’d die without you poems.
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When fire hydrants are their reddest,
when grass is the greenest,
and the first brightest banana yellow dandelion sprouts.
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To smile no more,
to laugh no more,
to be happy no more,
to not be myself anymore,
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I grab the purple chalk first,
gritty but smooth in palm.
It starts to disintegrate,
As I drag it along the rough surface.
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Remains of a dead rose fly in the breeze.
My long brown hair whips my face as I write.
Heat so hot the ants can’t hardly stand it.
Sprinklers com on to quench the grass,
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I am afraid to die.
More of what I might look like when I finally do.
I am afraid to not wake up in the morning,
I wear make-up in my sleep just in case.
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Marry me under this moon light,
which is not real.
The only realness of tonight,
Is the realness of my happiness.
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