Window Well

Sitting in a window well,

Rain drizzling down,

(not a pour, not a sprinkle)

headphones on,

looking busy.

Somehow I get more conversation

when sitting in a window well

than I do anywhere else in this school.



I am a puzzle.

And a new piece just showed up.

Wait- it actually fits!?

There are others?

I’m not alone?

What even-

how is this real?

I fit.

My puzzle fits.

Is this how its supposed to feel?


Because I do.

I do now.

After so long,

so very long,

something fits beautifully.


Just because you have “white privilege”

doesn’t mean you can ignore it.

I have it.

I have it in spades.

I don’t have all the privileges-

I’m still borderline poor.

I’m still female.

I’m still a very young person who is not (always) traditionally smart.

I can even throw my innocence and kind-hearted nature in there.

And worse than that-

I have a something.

Something that seems to protect me-

all those things(especially the ones about women)?

The catcalls, the leers, the overly sexualized comments?

I never experience them.

I also never get flipped off, cursed at, sold drugs,

I have no idea why.

But that’s the thing, isn’t it-

I know its a privilege.

And I see its effect on those who don’t have it.

I can realize that I have it.

That does not invalidate my struggles.

I can still struggle- I do.

But I have a few advantages.

And I can acknowledge I do.

So there is no excuse.

There is nothing you can say.

You have privileges.

You probably don’t even notice them now.

So start looking for those things-

the nod from that cop,

the job you aren’t quite qualified for.

The lack of suspicion.

Those are privileges.

Realize them.

Understand them.

Accept that you have them and others don’t.

The first step in fixing a problem is addressing it.

Once we do, then change can happen.

And it starts with you,

and your white privilege.

Eyes of a Sociopath


The skates wobbled on my feet

I was used to the flat blades

But these ones made my legs feel weak

I fell flat on my face sometime

I tried to join our tiny fleet

The skaters who try so hard

I jumped off of the bench to meet

The blades of my skates and match it with

The ice that slips beneath my feet

I skate hard and fast to make up for me

As I skate I feel the heat

The nerves tremble through my body

This is the team we want to beat

I’ll do everything I can to win

And if we do it will be so sweet

And I will feel useful at last


Wind smells soft in the spring;

it smells sharp at the end of fall;

it smells hot in the middle of summer.

Wind smells wonderful.

Can anyone else smell it?


Rain smells special-

the pre-rain smell,

the during rain smell,

the post rain smell.

Are you inspired by that smell too?


Grass smells good.

If green had a smell, it would be grass.

Mowing lawns smells like victory.

(Grass smell is a warning from the grass, so it’s said)

Does grass make you think of life?


Leaves smell like fun,

crisp and delicious and crunchy.

Fall incarnate in smells and colors-

the superior season, pumpkin latte and all.

Is the smell of leaves comfort to you?


It is to me.

Whatever Happens

Whatever happens to us, something will matter

Something we do will mean something

What it is, I will possibly never know

I may never find out

What I meant to people

I have a tendency to


Over the smallest details

Of a conversation or

An encounter that we had

So even a complement

I read into

(I don’t mean to, I just do)

Sometimes it’s overrated

Being so observant and intuitive

It means I look for a lot

More meaning

Than most people look for

And I don’t like it all the time

But I do know that I mean

Something to some people