Nichole Coers

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Scully's Land

We came from Germany
Seeking land
Seeking lives
Seeking freedom.

We arrived in Illinois
getting jobs
getting paid
getting screwed.

We worked the land
to tile it
to make it fertile
to farm and own it.

We were duped by landlords
paying leases (still)
paying rent (still)
paying for their greed.

The land we worked is not our own.
The crops we harvest barely pay the lease.
Our hard work . . .

Wendy's

It's the weekend
There's only one place to be
Everyone knows we're there
And everyone there knows who we are

The travelers on the interstate stop for dinner
They come and go
But we stay for hours
Hanging out and eating our Frosty's

People show up just to see us
And we're considered "cool"
Our siblings even now are cool because of us,
"The Originals."

Late

Keys . . .
Keys . . .
Alright, quietly now
Make sure to shut the door softly behind you
And don't jingle the keys
Soft steps to my room
Oh!
Stop! . . . ok
He's snoring
The bathroom shares a wall with their room
So remember to be very careful
Brushing teeth and taking contacts out
Finally, to bed
Quiet enough. Quiet enough.

Sadness

I sit in a cold, plain room
Bundled tight in a blanket
Watching him play a new video game.
And I sigh as I begin to think
"What?" he asks as he turns to look at me
I have no words
As a tear falls down my cheek.
I have to leave tomorrow.

School Bell

At my command
The masses move.
Supreme power.

To a History Teacher

Most of the students dread your classes
Because they think you're hard.
But they just don't realize
What you're doing for them.
Because of you they learn to take notes.
Because of you they think abstractly.
Because of you they can take hard tests.

Because of you they'll be ready for college.