While cleaning/packing I found an old folder from 10th Grade English stuff with a poetry portfolio.
Solid Ground. Mother Earth. Heart and Soul.
Millions of memories intertwined.
We won't let our elders forget
The lamentation on their faces tell us what we are
the crescent moon
the sweeping rain
childhood memories
We are all of these things
Each and every one of us, the same
the same home
the same Mother
body and soul
Oxygen Reminder
Should I scream at the toop of my lungs?
Or settle for what is given to me?
"She just goes on and on,
never stopping to inhale."
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