Balloon (A Poem)

I let myself go
Because I realized
I was holding on too tight
And that it
Wasn’t worth the spite
To keep me tied
To the ground
So now I float
Up and around
Waiting for the sound
Of someone calling me home
Acknowledgment of the fact
That I’m never alone
For my God watches over
All that I do
So don’t get it twisted
Or misconstrued

– The Educated Negra

Author: Rachelle Saint Louis

Rachelle Saint Louis is a Haitian-American writer, born and raised in South Florida. She received a 2018 Silver Medal in the Scholastic Art and Writing Competition for her poem “Red Blood Cell.” She is currently a Psychology and English double major at Florida Atlantic University. Her poetry has been published in Rigorous Magazine. Rachelle has been writing poetry since the 7th grade and you can often find her performing Spoken Word at local open mics. View all posts by Rachelle Saint Louis