by Anaís Fernández
I once had a dream I could fly. When I woke up I ran 'round and 'round my bedroom, arms outstretched as if my artless heartbeat could call the wind beneath my heels. The ground refused to let me go and I came crashing feeling the world's axes like a misaligned spine. Now in this forever field paintbrush sky I can taste, can hold in these hungry lungs I move too fast for the ground to pull me back the wind heeds my heart and I fly breathless with life
The Race Is On.
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Anaís Fernández is a second-year Girls Write Now mentee and a high school senior currently applying to college creative writing programs. When she is not writing poetry, prose or random snippets living in her head, she is making music, acting or reading. If she had to eat one thing for the rest of her life, it would be rice.
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