You Me You Me and Poetry Scholarship Slam
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Sometimes I sit at my window and stare at the world beyond,
wondering how we will remember each moment as time flies.
I ask, I dream, I ponder, but silence is the only response.
There's been a change in me where lately I feel chained down by chains and the only way for be to feel free, is too arrange these words where the range covers all the estranged and
I ventured with a mission,
In search of my identity;
Yet, what I found
Was the living definition
Of community.
The rich brown earth
Matches the skin of its people.
A place where
