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LSP Poem Submissions 2
LSP Poem Submissions 2
The light was too bright, it also lit my room pure white.
The hour was right; the sound pounds and grounds—
it crowned me like greyhounds.
The clock hit twelve and the sound was gone in a split, I got up in a flip.
I zipped to the window, the glass was cold as ice.
I licked it, and it taste like spice.
The sky was bright like light, but it wasn’t that moonlight.
The sound grazed through the sky, fireworks popped, hopped, and stopped—
it truly was an amazing sight.
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I want to be a Malcom X
I follow Martin Luther King’s dream for what is next
My generation has been through a lot
Trying to make the worst trends hot
Daddys’ in disbelief
Moms’ grieving
Oh Child
Oh Child
Why do you leave
So soon
Your smiles fill me up inside
Oh child
You didn’t have to take your
Own life
Oh child
I thought you were alright
Child
Why couldn’t you come to your mother
Who oh so cares about you
Oh child
I can’t be mad
You were hurting and tired
Oh child
I hope you make it to heaven
Letter to My Momma
Dear Momma
Invisible
Me
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