My Year in Poerty
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O’ America what was your name before they stripped you of your identity?
How does it feel with all that blood within your soil?
Does it displease you that people have ruined your good name?
Time is a cruel teacher, merciless.
I watched seniors graduate, then
took their place.
I learned poetry is in people
and places, and that things
change, even people.
