Revolutionary Poems

Difficulties in her home life, pull her from her transforming world as even her best childhood friend leaves her and she struggles in connecting, always growing within. She's never alone, she's always with herself, facing this other person from the reflective mirror. Only knowing socializing beyond her home as abandonment, isolation, inability to connect, and desire warmed by the hearth of her heartbeat. Reaching its height in the ever present Atomic Echo, a snapping in her psyche, the questions Kally asks herself become a resounding mantra of "I Know, I Know, I Know." Why am I lonely? I know, I know, I know. No one did this to me. I know, I know, I know. As the world around her becomes depressed, and the wall of silence before her ever present, she knows that her schoolmates, including herself, are all falling in depressions and yet she can't speak up. There's no reason not to, but her thoughts wade slow and deep. Always unable to voice.

She goes to the back of the classroom, many things she wants to say and care for, watching the dissonance as her classmates each pull out their school computer under the guise of taking notes when really pulling up accessible games, and she too, isn't taking notes she's writing poetry. Every word a submission of her school work. Every submission a part of her school. Years later, going back, teacher's have implemented student computer observance. Yet, at the time, she was very studious and intent on the material, straight A student. Her thoughts come slow, but her attention is deep, and her love is strong.