The young Hasidic girls
stand on the school steps
dressed in matching uniforms
a sea of navy blue cotton sweaters
with starched white collars peeking out
and severe skirts with hemlines
halfway between the ankle and the knee
each head thick with rich brown hair
pulled into perfect ponytails
the uniformity troubled only
by the backpacks they wear:
neon green leopard print
pastel rainbow striped
red and black lady bug bags
wild colorful and utterly unique
self-expression like carbonation
bubbles to the surface
with just a twist of the lid
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"Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is go where they can find you." ~ Winnie the Pooh
"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)
About Me
- Kara Holden
- Kara Holden is a thinker, a dreamer, a pessimistic optimist, a faithful skeptic, a seeker, and a full time wonderer. She received her master's degree in screenwriting, poetry, and fiction from The University of Southern California.
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