Core of Me Joshua Vail

When I was younger My reality wasn't engaged Like strategies to make up for my pain, Long lost memories I would cultivate.

My name means God will save, Less of a direction, more of a pace To acknowledge the waste Hit the brakes and compensate.

I'll be honest: I miss my mother. People in this life act like They don't need each other.

When I was younger People didn't wear masks— Not a Covid thing, just a clear path. Listening to old CDs and rap Helped me learn that.

I have met a lot of two-faced people Saying all the nice ways they will treat you. Deep down they don't think you’re equal. Ratting you out in the worst moments, Some poets believe in waves of emotion. I never liked the thought that for a second. I’d be open and engulfed in my devotion.

When I was younger I used to listen. Now I appreciate the little fishes

That enjoy warm water from my burned bridges. False idols are the painful gimmicks because deep down people know they made the wrong decision.

When I was younger I wished I knew it all. Can't say that's changed much—no withdrawal.

When I was younger I spoke in clear tongues, Clear thoughts, in mere tons. I'd walk and you'd run.

True age and things new, Fall down and things bruise, peasants walking in king’s shoes.

Wishing away my dreams like Rumpelstiltskin, Newborn child led astray and I'm filled with: Rage, pain, power, and poison. People's choices mask their feelings, distorted. Happiness is at the core, but we lose sight of what's important. Happiness is at the core, but we lose sight of what's important.

Joshua Vail, Grade 8 South View Middle School, Edina Teaching Artist, Frank Sentwali