The stars fall,
from the brilliance,
cast into a world
alight with auburn fire,

a tumbling mass,
tearing
swaths of woven sky.

Shreds of night hang,
their silken
tendrils.
Permeated,
crumble from within.

The undulating glow.
Of
inscrutable futures
beckoning-
in its flight.

I watch them alight.
Upon the crease
of upturned palms,
their flaring gentility
whispering
promises;
into bridled ears.

I tear my hand. From
hers too late,
my painted nails
reaching,
waiting

in the night.
I watch the stars.
Anoint open hands,
as the sky-
empties

Brown
and black
and red
and yellow
and white.

Night falls,

into my empty
palm.
It’s mocking laughter;
coating
the darkness.

Artist Explanation

Liberty is something we take for granted. In the United States we assume it is our right. Too often, this leaves us blind the the problems and inequality other individuals face. We still have a long way to go before LGBT individuals can truly be said to be equal. The stars of this poem represent the liberty which we are still fighting to gain.

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Mika Phillips
Mika Phillips, 16, is a junior at Inglemoor High School in the Seattle area.

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