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A little girl jumps as she frolics to class, She looks up at her mom and laughs. She runs through those open doors, Barefoot, she tugs on her mom’s clothes. She looks at her mother while she ties her shoes, She jumps down and runs to class to learn the moves. With each hand in the air, She laughs without a care
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May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 12:44 AM UTC
Dance
He was tall and strong, Didn’t say much, just watched. I would climb up the trees to get mangos, As he would watch. I would fall and he would watch. I would wait for my share of those juicy fruits, Yet I would never get any. Being the smallest I would cry, Then he would call me. Taking me to his secret stash, And letting me pick as many as I pleased. He would then smile and tell me to go play. Those were my fondest memories of him.
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Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 4:00 PM UTC
My Grandpa
Words to make others laugh, Laughter to make them believe, Smile to cast no doubt, Don’t feel pain. Put on a facade for the rest At home back into the nest. Don’t let them see Be filled with glee. They only know What you show. Put on your facade as an aide To make them laugh.
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Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 1:20 PM UTC
Facade
Lightning strikes- a fury unfolds, Streaks of blood paint the horizon, Roots- struggle to stay in the ground, Yet they fail, Bodies lose sense of emotion and clarity, Lives enter but never to return, In the fury there is only chaos.
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
Chaos
I sit in this prison Which was once my home, Four walls that try to confine me While my thoughts roam, From the outside, my window looks like prison bars Yet they are my only escape. I stare out and look at the street, Everything so desolate. I spend my days on a piece of metal Looking to see if anyone’s doing anything special, But what seems like hours ends up being only seconds. It is now that I realize the need for the outside world.
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Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
Quarantine
Her nose senses a smell And she begins to dwell, Fear consumes her every breath As she continues into the depth, She looks around To find ground, Yet she sees nothing But she feels a strange thing, A small string- she tugs Light- she sighs with a shrug, Finally, she can breathe And pretend to be free.
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Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
Hope