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22nd May

A poem a day takes the pain away. "It could always be worse" That's what they all would say. If it could always be worse, Then why don't your words make it better? Don't diminish what I'm feeling, Simply bc someone's circumstances were harder. A town was destroyed, Lives stripped away. My family and home still in tact, But I too felt the wrath of that 22nd May. The bloody and the bruised, Don't forget the whaling sirens, Continually speeding by for the first 48 hours. Anything to help, Water to the families Prayers for the refugees. Thank goodness it wasn't destroyed, That football field. What else would have sufficed? To house the bodies, In number, nearly 165. Prayer and tears cannot rectify, The pain and the hurt evident in mine eye. Grasp hold of The friends you were able to get ahold of. Proud of this town I call home, Banded together. But my school, a whole other story on it's own, I lived, breathed, what was just a building. My faith in a structure, Security and normality soon ripped from feelings. The boxcar children? The boxed mall children. Diploma in a shopping bag, Earned through PowerPoint presentations and 9GAG. Thank goodness for glassed in boxes, How else would I have been able to think? Those tanks have awesome acoustics, And hey couples can use them for sexy tricks. Build a fort of cardboard, Film a music video that'll win zero awards! Throw ping pong balls over the walls, Practice ACT while you hear the drama kids doing bird calls. Can't use photoshop? There's a class for that. "Teacher" can't help with trig? Here's an F for that. Grief counselors available 24/7. Doors are also always open, So go get some lunch at the 7/11. Took advantage of naïveté, Skipped school to deal with that 22nd May. But hey! Prom was still awesome, And the seniors got scholarships, So it's alright that my gpa was messed with. Heck, I was a junior, easily forgotten. Off to bigger, better things! Forget the past, Endure the change. Hello MSSU or Crowder. Community college "fo dayz" This is how we deal with windstorms, in the little old land of Jomo. The town banded together, but school.... It's more broken than ever. They turn ya loose and you'll move on, Cuz for a few years ya had a laptop, And hey that's enough to build your future upon!
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shelby-loann
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Dec 24, 2012
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I guess you could say I was left slightly bitter and disturbed.

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