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Voices of Schenectady
Creative Writing
Happyish Ever After
What makes you think it’s okay to make fun of me?
I did nothing to you...
Hidden Gratitudes
The little things we're grateful for
Often unnoticed...
Poem
A skate park's black top
will never fully scratch off ...
Birdy
The bird's eye can not see himself.
Nor talk to other species.
The Weather of Life
Poetry by Alexis Smith
8:30 in the Morning
It’s 8:30 in the morning and the sun is up
But my eyes are down...
Afternoon Thoughts
Blue
NYPD stole my dad from me, my auntie
my little brother...
Bottles
I've never been great at expressing my feelings...
Coda
We are coming to our final demise...
Dear N.A.R.
Life isn’t just about breaking your limits...
HIM
He walks into a room and makes everyone feel welcomed...
His Floor
He looks down at the floor when he walks...
Red & Black
It was something I was born with...
Sonnet 81
What shall I even compare thee to?...
Untitled
I haven't seen a lot at 16 years old...
Untitled
Being alone has never felt so lonely...
Untitled
It was something I was born with...
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