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In English We Read Walt Whitman and Langston Hughes
We read poems on printed white sheets in english class
Color them with highlights
And words like freedom
Are covered in pink.
And a hundred years ago
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Where There’s No Cursive
It’s not the slashes through the timeline,
Not the practiced cursive
Spelling out names
That we must all know.
It’s the blank in between -
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Loves
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there was an ice raid in the area
& it was the tensest last period class I've ever been in. Well, for me, at least,
and maybe only for me - when the announcement came on to secure
the school, no going outside, continue as normal,
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I used to know you
I used to know you
every little kink in your brain
how your eyes would flash when you were upset
and your glasses reflected your anger
you were an open book to me
and I can still read it - here's the hard part
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Twirling Gowns and Embroidered Jerkins
How I wish I was a fairytale;
How I wish I wore gowns perfect
for twirling, and
how I wish I wore perfectly crisp
button-down shirts and
immaculately embroidered jerkins;
How I wish my eyeshadow really was
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