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      December 17, 2016Hidden LightEmma Wilkins

      He sits in the back of class,
      Hard to miss
      For all the wrong reasons.
      Our world cannot relate
      To his mindless talk of
      Death and murder,
      And the cynical humor
      That suffocates every word he utters.
      Dreary clouds hang aloft his head,
      Threatening the rage of a storm.
      Any sudden movement
      Instigating the first of many dominoes
      To collapse to the floor,
      Amongst his other sorrows.
      There is light hidden within
      His painted skin.
      It beams when he talks
      About his passions.
      Passion of books,
      And his love for the girl
      Whom he sits behind in class,
      And even his love of poetry.
      A light that is hidden thoroughly
      Behind blood red curtains,
      Stained by his childhood
      And wrinkled by the hands of death.
      And when I see this
      I quietly sympathize—
      His hidden light.

      from 2016 RYPA

      Emma Wilkins (age 15)

      Why do you like to write poetry?

      “I fell in love with writing after taking an advanced English class my sophomore year of high school. I know that what I have written will be interpreted in more than one way and I love that. To me, I feel as though how my writing is interpreted is more important than what I write. When I write poetry, I always focus on writing something that is raw and personal but that can also be interpreted differently in alignment of others situations.”

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