Mia Dubin

Bloom

The buds flourish proud,

Awaken to sun and light,

The future is theirs.

Power

Power is a tool,

A light that sheds change and force,

Power is a gift.

Imagine

Imagine kindness,

Imagine a world of peace,

Imagine a world.

"Somehwhere Over the Rainbow"

Red, harsh, and bold,

Red, dark, and cold,

Associated with blood and fear,

No connection to what is near,

Orange, a color of fall,

Orange, lovely and all,

Related to being energetic,

A unique color aesthetic.

Yellow, a color of pure bliss,

A color of nostalgia that I miss,

The sun shining and sunkissed,

Related to memories that I missed.

Green, easily associated with trees,

Green, makes me smile with ease,

Fictional characters including Kermit the frog,

The color resembles luminous light unlike the fog.

Blue, a chirping, singing jay,

Blue, horizon that lasts all day,

The feeling of feeling bleak,

The fear of being too weak.

Purple, a feeling of tension and fright,

Purple, a color of the majestic starry night,

The shade that resembles magic and time,

A hue that is timeless and truly sublime.

 “Alone"

Alone, followed by my lonely shadow,

Isolation quickly overwhelms me,

Dreaming of a life with light and a glow,

Patiently awaiting to be set free.

I watch as the world stifles in its tears,

Hiding in a bubble from the unknown,

The nightmare has come alive with vast fears,

Pain captures the world, and we are alone.

Light at the end of the tunnel is far,

Quarantine is the new reality,

We will never forget this painful scar,

This is our new sense of normality.

The world, darkened and blurred by the insane,

We hide in the little light to help keep us sane.

"I am Me"

I am me.

I value my power,

I write my soul’s voice,

I trust my ability to soar,

I honor my perseverance,

I give voice to my fears,

I give voice to my tears,

I am human.

I make the best of my life,

I hold the future in my hands,

I am Mia,

I make myself me.

"I Wish"

I wish I could write,

Like Amanda Gorman,

And I dream of expressing powerful words,

I am swaying to the rhymes,

I used to be shy, and sit aside,

But now I’ve found her power within mine,

I seem to be a follower,

But I’m really just leading my own way,

And I will soar.

"My Bedroom Bureau"

What’s on your bedroom bureau?

One pearl cluster necklace, an heirloom since 1925,

A delicate ballerina glazed in luster and pale pink paint,

A memorabilia box, stuffed with mounds of memories,

A ceramic mug with blue brush stroke patterns,

A white framed photograph with my sister’s smile,

A transparent jar filled with glossy rainbow candies,

A mountain of books, about to crumble down,

A golden lamp, with a gleaming shine.

“When I Stand Up” 

When I see absence,

When I see mistreatment,

When I feel fear,

When I see a tear,

When I feel emotion,

When I see pain,

When I feel torture,

When I see ignorance,

When I hear mocking,

When I hear hate,

I will stand up.

“Oh, the Places You’ll Go!” 

Oh, the world is colorful, cool, and crazy.

The Fairy Pools and Rainbow Mountains are some of the most alluring

Places you will visit and explore.

You’ll be astonished by the world’s natural beauty.

Go see for yourself!

“Butterflies” 

Butterflies,

They are majestic,

Their wings flutter with delight,

Watch as they soar without a limit,

They are delicate creatures,

Who dream happiness,

Butterflies.

“When I was Young”

I remember back to when I was young,

When I was in my depth of innocence,

Waiting for my wishes to come true,

 Dancing in my kitchen,

Thankful for my mounds of memories,

Wanting the memories to pose, so I could take photographs.

My crooked teeth and innocent pigtails are my favorite photographs,

They take me back to when I was young,

I had a rollercoaster of memories

zooming in my mind, reminding me of my innocence,

Indulging in milk and cookies with my sister in the kitchen

provided my core memories to come true.

My childhood memories were filled with glee, that is true,

My sister and I acting goofy in the posed photographs,

Baking sugar cookies in the kitchen,

My joyous memories to when I was young,

I was full of charm and innocence,

My most valuable gift is my memories.

My brain presents me with my childhood memories,

The ones that are close to my heart and true,

The crushing waves of my innocence,

The moments that are framed in the photographs,

Those were the good old days, when I was young,

The moments taped to the refrigerator in my kitchen.

My increasing height recorded on the blank, white wall in my kitchen

My mom cries as she traces her finger over the memories,

My mom stifles in her tears as she remembers back to when I was young,

I could not believe I used to be 4’2, how could that be true?

I watched my progression of height as my mom aligned my childhood photographs,

Those were the days of my true chuckles and innocence.

I would never hurt a fly due to my pure innocence,

Watching as its wings glided through my childhood kitchen,

As its little legs danced on top of my photographs,

Observing it soar past the decades of memories,

Time is soaring by, that is true,

Watching my memories glide past my eyes, reminding me of when I was young.

If only time would stay still, so I could capture these photographs,

So, I can always reflect on my pure sense of innocence.

In my mind, I will forever remember back to when I was young,

Holding my sister’s hand, dancing in my nostalgic kitchen.

The flood of memories

rushing in is pure and true.