Category: Poetry and Prose Contest
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after Gwendolyn Brooks “We Real Cool”
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lately i feel / like starting over
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our raw bodies will torpedo till we hit shore
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playing ‘Ice Cream Man’ by Raye.
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When my heart breaks, there is a thunderstorm party and no one goes
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Sticky like smoke in the lungs, where air meets desperation
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For the first time in my life, it feels like there’s no path forward
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All the new words are flavorless communion wafer Latin
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Here was the next coming of Michael Jordan
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penguins have knees
