Leepsa Ightta

Tue, 06/16/2015 - 02:18 -- azsxw1

I'm here to sleep

like America is today

never to speak

Just follow a path one way

who needs art

when you're molded like clay

Rip out the part

that we wish would stay


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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