ICE cold

staying cold-hearted but they want more ice,
Grinding bones under glass, calling it “justice”
while the cracks in the pavement swallow our names.

Paper rules like shackles,
Signed with pens dipped in apathy,
Screams filed under “inconvenience.”
They profit off pain, counting hours,
not hearts.

They want order, they want control,
but all they harvest is fear
a frost that bites deeper than steel.

We are statistics, ghosts in the ledger,
our grief a currency they never owe,
our anger a fire they try to smother
with icy bureaucracy and hollow titles.

But frost fractures. Ice breaks.
Every ignored plea, every stolen life,
adds heat beneath the concrete.
One day, that cold heart will shatter,
and we will reclaim the warmth
they tried to bury.

Emya Fite is a first-time published poet whose work reflects a thoughtful and creative spirit shaped by both imagination and hands-on experience. She is graduating from high school with a two-year certificate in Automotive Technology, a path that speaks to her dedication, curiosity, and willingness to challenge expectations. Alongside her technical studies, Emya has consistently explored writing and other creative projects as a way to express her perspective and connect with the world around her. She plans to pursue a future working with youth in an educational setting, where she hopes to inspire and support others in discovering their own paths. Her poetry marks the beginning of a promising creative journey.