For the future is a light in the d
The present will crumble
and out of the ashes,
a gynarchy shall rise...
Shining like a phoenix.
Celebrate what it means to be human
to be women
Taste revolution on the tip of your tongue,
Sliding down our eyelids and stealing away sight.
Now we are all
fluttering and brushing eyelashes
Light as a butterfly's wing.
Rip open the wrapper, in my mouth, on my tongue
sucking on a Warhead.
So sour my face contorts, lips pursed
Then, blessed sweet.
It might escape...
Laying in the sunshine
Daydream’s ruined by catcalls
Blasting through heat waves.
Licking the mango juice from her fingers and chin
Elfin laughter, sprinklers.
He stops, grading her body like a test
Her laughter freezes.
She can’t shed her childhood slowly--
like an outgrown favorite jacket
She’s forced out
but maybe- just maybe- in the future we will be our change
So don’t let your mother-daughter-sister-self die ,
because our childhood is gone and all that remains is memories, Buried six-feet under.
Come quick the revolution
Izze Curtis is an 8th grader at Mountain Mahogany Community School in Albuquerque. She has been writing poetry for about four years and recently placed in a poetry slam contest.