Sweat gathers everywhere as
I climb the golden pavement.
The known ways, the known faces
are waves in the sound.
Sweat gathers everywhere as
I climb the golden pavement.
The known ways, the known faces
are waves in the sound.
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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