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Apr 2020
The sun has gone down.
There is life everywhere.
Crying, dazing.
I am like the secondΒ Β 
& not the first.
As far as the eye can see
there is a void.
Where are the lights?
Where is my safety?
As far as the eye can see
there is darkness.
On April 27, 2011, there was a large tornado that tore through Tuscaloosa. I wrote some poetry about my experience and made it into a small booklet. One thing that I noticed after the tornado was the lack of power. Things look different at night with no electricity.
Written by
Matese Towns Prestridge  35/F/Selma, Alabama
(35/F/Selma, Alabama)   
   Michael Stefan
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