The Man on the Moon is melting
His figure distorted
Like candle wax dripping down into the inky sky
His essence forms the stars
His figure distorted
Like candle wax dripping down into the inky sky
His essence forms the stars
One girl’s lanky frame against the dark turf field,
lit up by fluorescent lights
She saunters toward the building
holding another girl’s hand
The screen stares back at me:
9:30 pm,
an unfinished assignment,
a deadline due.
My weary chest heaves a heavy breath.
"Don't wait for permission to do something creative." - Ava DuVernay
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