I've lost motivation
in just about
every
thing
When asked the simple question who are you? How might you reply?

One might reply by stating their name and quite possibly where they're from with no thought process involved. They might answer it the way you answer whats 1+1 or your date of birth. They might even hesitant depending on who is asking the question. Another will also reply by stating their name, the only difference is that they know everything in which is associated with that name. The definite personality, memories, talent entrenched with that name. The experiences/events and places that name has gone to/through. When they say their name, they say loud and with certainty and are well aware with the identity associated with it.

Which are you?
If you were to ask me if I was going to prom around this time last year, there would be no hesitation in my response. A very quick and easy yes would make its appearance but things have changed so drastically over the course of a few months; technically a year. It's safe to say senior year didn't really turn out anything close to what I expected, lets just say there have been more shitty days than ok days lately but I'm keeping my head up. Or trying too at least. Anyways prom is in a few months, June 25 and I'm probably not going. There is a 80% I will not go but I still have friends trying to persuade and change my mind. Realistically, its just gonna be end up like my semi formal last year and all I really did was basically sit down and drink coke and take photos. I wouldn't necessarily say there was much fun going on that night. I don't dance so naturally I don't understand these things. Don't get me wrong there was entertainment (watching people completely embarrass themselves on the dance floor and checking out everyone's outfits) but I failed to feel one of those "I'm probably never gonna forget this night, it was such a blast" feeling.  Plus I'm really not looking forward to the process of preparing for prom, gaarash baathann as mother would say. I really don't see the need to spend so much money to impress a bunch of kids I barely talk to or even know.
to the women who came before me
to the mamas that safeguarded us in their wombs for months
to the mamas that walked miles and miles in search of water during drought
to the women that got married too young
too afraid
to the women that got married in old age after a lifetime spent in solitude
to women too afraid to say no
to women who said no anyways
to quiet, unspoken resistance
to revolution when it is loud and in your face and unapologetic
to mucooyo who knocked out four of caamir’s teeth when he raised his hand to hit her
left his mouth bloody and empty so he would think of her everytime he ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth
to the women who warmed beds they didn’t want to sleep in
to the women who loved before me
to the women who loved me
to the women who’ve known loss and heartache
to women that watched their men kill and be killed
to the women who sweat in the sun looking for work
to all the women who work
whose work is unseen and unpaid
to the women who washed clothes under the fiery sun
who hung clothes on clotheslines to dry
watched over it so it wouldn’t be stolen
to the women who held their breasts to young mouths
who pray for milk and honey who have known peace
who have not known peace
who dream of peace
nabad iyo caano
to the countless women who have raised me
sheltered me
prayed for me
fed me
clothed me
taught me
who have crossed oceans to carry me out of war
who have cleaned up the blood of our country
who write poems
who live poems
who build and rebuild
and breathe
and live
and resist
and resist
and resist
who taught me to resist
whose bodies are bridges
whose backs are bridges
who have carried the weight of worlds
and words
spoken
and unspoken
so that i may speak
so that i may live
so that i may dream
and fight
i love you
i honor you
i carry your struggles in my heart
i carry you all in my heart

visit the author of this poem at http://nomadmanifesto.tumblr.com/
Last week at school we had to come up with grad square quotes for the yearbook and I had major difficulties in coming up with a decent one. All of my quotes seemed kind of depressing and probably would not be accepted lol. This is mostly what I came up with:

1.What now?
2. They say high school is the best four years of your life. If this is true, I might just commit suicide.
3. Contrary to common belief, I am not awkward
4. I can sum up my entire high school experience in 4 words, Thank God it's over
5. I loved high school as much as I love a cold glass of milk. I hate milk.
6. Kiss my
7. Deuces
8. Run while you can

I ended up choosing my grad square quote to be
"You don't have to be an archaeologist to know nothing lasts and nobody lives forever" by Ronald Wright


Confused and depressed
I'm torn by the fact I have not yet come to a conclusion as to what I want to do with the rest of my life.
I'm torn by the fact that my grades are disappointing.
I'm torn by the fact I'm that my English mark isn't my highest mark.
I'm torn by the fact that I didn't take chemistry this year (not really but still)
I'm torn by the fact my senior year is as stressful as it is and that next year will only be more stressful.
I'm torn by the fact I still haven't finished my homework yet.
I'm torn by the fact I have school in the morning.