Blind eye
First day, "oh great" another imagination prison
I thought that was ahead of me; little did I know it would lead me to the relem of creativity
I could hear the ruthum of down town calm and comforting
Class was held in the Alameda abandened theater
Half of it was closed off when it became a school
When I walked in to the teal room my perception on the education systum; completely changed~
This poem is about:
Me