HYPERNOVA LIT

A Stellar Flare of Young Adult Writing and Visual Art

Sleeves + Replay + When I Was Younger + Letter to my Future Daughter

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The Evolution of her Imagination, created by Kiara Carter

BY KIARA CARTER


Sleeves

They ask quite frequently why I wear my sleeves so long
Till the point it can almost touch the tip of my fingers
It’s not to hide from you but maybe my beliefs from my own self.

When the clouds get too big to handle,
When the ground shakes so often you begin to feel completely still.
When the problems become a broken record player until you don’t mind listening to it one more time
When the inside of your heart feels like it’s made of nuts and bolts.
When the beginning of tomorrow feels like the closing of yesterday
When my mind is controlling the actions of my puppet body.

The drawings on my arm are a little less random than you may think.
My arms represent the weight that I carry.
my hands represent what I’ve taken upon myself and discovered.
My fingers represent what I’ve crafted with my forever occupied mind.
Maybe long sleeves shadow my accomplishments,

because sometimes feeling good about myself just isn’t important.

But They said
“it is!” “You must always tell yourself you’re important”
“If you don’t you’ll think you’re not!”
No, I carry the knowledge of my own importance
sometimes awards shouldn’t be given for the result, but for the cost.


Replay

Girl opens her eyes to the earth tilting once again pushing up the fluorescent sun.

Girl wakes up with a perfect smile upon her dark brown skin.

Girl carries her energy on her hands because that’s the only way she can come out the bed.

Girl takes a shower, brushes her teeth, washes her face,

puts on her clothes and comes up for breakfast.

Girl lugs her book bag over her shoulder damaging yet another bone.

Girl slides her headphones on her thick dark brown hair.

Girl gets on the bus, staring at the houses architected differently than hers.

Girl gets off the bus and goes throughout the school day, excited to see her friends with another story of the new day.

Girl goes from class to class seeing the people she enjoys the most yet talks to less.

Girl goes home to her dog with energy bolted throughout its body.

Girl opens her eyes to the sun dragging upon the other hemisphere.

Girl wakes up with a deformed smile stroked on her dark brown skin.

Girl leaves her energy on the bed sheets.

Girl drags through the routine making her an over aged women working at the old factory down the road.

Girl lugs her book bag over her shoulder damaging yet another bone.

Girl slides a dome of music over her mind.

Girl climbs her body onto the bus, she swears the windows have turned the scenery into black and white nothings.

Girl gets off the bus and goes through the day, tired of seeing yet the same people to talk about the story of the new yesterday.

Girl goes from class to class seeing the same beings that no longer have as much value in her heart, like an overused dollar bill.

Girl goes home to see her dog bolting with energy pulling on her legs because it wants the same reaction.

“Sorry princess, I must go to bed now and press replay.”


When I Was Younger

When I was younger the world was a fairytale

I was the queen of a classic game of tag

When I was younger mud pies and sand sandwiches were the only thing I had an appetite for

My imagination was a Pixar film

I was the queen of a classic game of tag

Now i’m the customer of mediated opinions that become statistical facts

My imagination was a Pixar film

now it’s no different than the pig sty street of New York

I’m the customer of mediated opinions that become statistical facts

“You’re wrong!” They said, “Say this! Say that! Think this! think that!”

now it’s no different than the pig sty street of New York

 back then I was able to make an entire universe with two rag dolls and a monster truck on the side

“You’re wrong!” They said, “Say this! Say that! Do this! Do that!”

Has their opinions destroyed my fact, my confidence in my own imagination?

 back then I was able to make an entire universe with two rag dolls and a monster truck on the side

now my eyes staple close, trying to secure my fear of the world destroying my masterpiece, my imagination


Letter to my Future Daughter

To my future daughter,

I will make it my life to illustrate love and passion before your very eyes and heart. So that you may be able to love those who hate you and understand that unidentified hatred only comes from those whose hearts cry for love. I will demonstrate the very definition of inner beauty through my love, patience and sometimes even silence. Though the windows of the world will tell you different and try to match you in a peg box you will not fit. For you will realize that what you see in the mirror is a masterpiece cherished wholesomely by God. You will know that you are beautiful but will not showcase it as a trophy. For the inside of a trophy holds dead weight and emptiness. You will be like the burning sun, holding life and light to warm the hearts of others instead of keeping it to yourself. You will not view this world as a competition for you are as good as the best but no better than the rest. I will show you what it means to love people for their hearts before their appearance. The outside of a person’s face is like the cover of a story. The cover is never what defines the value of the story.

To my future daughter, I will do my best to illustrate the world’s true colors in as many shades, tints and hues as possible. I will reveal the Maroon of passion, courage and strength. The Indigo of  intelligence and truth. The Azure of creativity, discovery and unity. And the Ruby of authentic love and boldness. You will see the different shades the universe has to offer even within the people around you. Both physically and internally. Your colors will be accepted as a part of your identity but, will not define who you are. Being that it is a part of your identity, you will face others that will not accept you for simply being yourself. But luckily, I hold similar colors to you and I will walk through mountains of struggle and ease with you. I will teach you how to face others who don’t accept your unique color scheme. You will come to the realization that many will reject the things they aren’t willing to understand. The places your mind will be able to explore will be a blueprint of the amazing things you will show this world to better our society of people. I will give you the freedom to express the things your heart desires with patience and discipline. And protect you against harms way without leaving you naive to it.

To my future daughter, I hand you the paints, inspiration and tools to make this world your own. This world is your canvas, your materials are tailor-made from your environment with your imagination as your masterpiece, For this is how my mother illustrated this world to me and I will illustrate the same for you. Leaving an inheritance of self confidence and humbleness.

Love your future mother,

Kiara K. Carter


About the Author

Kiara Carter is a junior at Homewood-Flossmor High School in Homewood, IL. She writes to express herself and what she believes.

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