Angels who scream for the ones with no voice
Angels who weep for those who can no longer laugh
Angels who care for and protect all forms of life
No matter how despised by the majority
Angels who write their own bibles
In scribbled pastels and messy paint pens
Angels who wear religious robes of scuffed up jeans and decorated hoodies
Angels who collect trinkets in tote bags for their shrines and alters
Angels who nail art and magazines and news papers to their walls like proverbs to a church door
Angels who’s DMs are always open like a confessional booth
Angels who walk with canes because the weight of humanity’s sins is too much for their legs to bare
Angels who’s backs that once held magnificent wings now ache in a way that no painkiller can manage
Angels
All of them
Angels on earth
--Koa P., 9th-12th Grade