Solidarity: Brave and Afraid

Poem by Alyssa Bedford // Illustration by Hope Antonellis

The cotton seeds fall from the eaves,

Dancing in the breeze.

My brother calls them summer blizzards.

Watch the white pile up like ice in July,

Or maybe more like ashes.

I reach out to catch raindrops

Between my fingertips,

Before they shatter against the sidewalk.

Collapsing, burning-

As we do.

Show me the day that fragility

Builds an empire.

A time when kings are soft

And we do not silence ourselves

For fear of another massacre.

When will the seeds stop reminding me

Of bodies?

When will they stop shooting?

I am exhausted from

This shivering.

I will hold the hands of

My brothers and sisters

As I quake in fear.

Falling in silence

No more.


Hope Antonellis

Hope is a quirky 17-year-old making her way through her senior year in high school. Passionate about making things with her hands, writing, and moving her body like an aquatic animal, she aspires to work for the arts and make the best sandwiches for picnics. Hope is still exploring her talents as she dabbles with photography, poetry, painting, and all sorts of expression. Tigress Magazine is her first internship for the arts, and most likely not her last. You can find her everyday teen silliness and amateur pieces on Instagram @skunky.punky_.

Alyssa Bedford

Alyssa Bedford is a poet, writer, and muralist studying for a BSBA. She has self published a collection of poetry and has a blog at She adores reading, mountain climbing, cheesecake, The Zolas, snuggling with cats, and seeing kindness in people.

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