Polaroid
My soul
Is like a polaroid:
Something beautiful waiting to happen,
But turned dark
When exposed to the world
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world
Guide that inspired this poem:
Poetry Terms Demonstrated:
My soul
Is like a polaroid:
Something beautiful waiting to happen,
But turned dark
When exposed to the world
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