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I'm Sorry, Mom (John Chenvert - Napoleonville, LA)

I’m sorry, Mom,
for the days I stay buried beneath my sheets,
while sunlight begs at my window
and your voice echoes down empty halls of memory.
You gave me all the light you had left—
but I was born with shadows in my bones. I’m sorry the night light of your love
no longer keeps the monsters at bay.
They’ve learned my name,
they sleep beside me,
they wear my face when I look in the mirror. You fought so hard to raise me in peace,
to silence the screams you swallowed for years.
But I inherited more than your eyes,
more than your soft hands a nd fragile hopes—
I carry your ghosts like heirlooms
I never asked for but can’t let go. I know you dreamed of more for me—
a life where laughter comes easier
than breathing through grief.
But drinking the pain away
only makes me thirsty
for the last handful of dirt dropped on my casket.
I sip sorrow from cracked glasses,
searching for something that feels like escape
but always tastes like drowning. I’m sorry I couldn’t always be the son
you belie...
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Waited - (CJ Avory - Lafayette, LA)

I..... Waited, waited, & waited Until the silhouette of my patience Was left lingering on the window panes..... Sitting in emotions of defeat But this seat...... Was my only attachment to you..... A connection between your soul and my heart Yet, we departed ways In the middle of our days Where the sun would try to hold on to that last lingering cloud Before the moon would break through the shadows..... Neither could fathom the reason why They kept seeing my face day after day..... I Waited..... On you to break the silence Of this dark disposition Wondering where the moments of wondering where you are Were nothing, but wonders pondering on what to think next Yet, nothing was left to think of But you made your decision And I couldn't believe I sat waiting on you to appear Then disappear then re-appear like ain't shit happened That chair should have crumbled beneath me To let me know our foundation wasn't even sturdy enough For me to lay my emotions on..... Waited Un...

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Advantages (Sasha Massey - Lafayette, LA)

  It was wonderful and created an ache in me to see kids with two parents play on sports teams. They got to be in dance and have endless toys. Sing in shows I only heard about at the last minute. I saw so much wealth while I had to follow my grandmother, helping her polish silver and scrub floors . She was unhappy at home but turned on a cigarette stained smile for them. She raised their kids. Cleaned up after their dogs. Nursed a dying mother. We got their leftovers for Christmas and Thanksgiving. I got presents like cassettes and nail polish. Some of them remembered my mother and told me how exciting my birth was. It’s so bizarre hearing so much about a woman you only knew for the first 5 years of your life. Would her friends care to know how many times she came into my room sweating, shirtless, mumbling comforting words and scaring the hell out of me? How I hated waking up in places I hadn’t gone to sleep in? What about the times when she wrapped me in a blanket, carried me ...

A Fairy Tale Love (Madison Elizabeth Holland-Lafayette, LA)

In those long ago and far away days I was a little girl, a child fed on romance and fairy tales, In those long ago and far away days The scraps of some kind of imaginary adult life That I pieced together From songs and folklore and encyclopedias My own little dreamed up future With Prince Charming and babies And magic and beauty and comfort A Perfect Life. I idolized him because he sang of love and pretty girls Yet he had the roguish airs I recognized From the handsome True Loves I found between the worn covers of my library books I was convinced with all the seriousness of a young girl That he was my destiny, my future, And no one could have told me otherwise. As with any young girl's dreams, Mine did not so much die as were replaced By other, more mature longings For someone else, most likely even more unattainable When I hear those songs now, as an adult, I am reminded of my childhood adoration And remember that little girl fondly Because even though her dreams may have been Lof...