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The Playground in Winter
Dear Maria, I wish we could go back to the times when we were young, You didn’t know what war was, really– I knew but didn’t care. Sadness was a far-off thing; Life was joyous, a constant song And the...
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Plastic Tractors
First, the plastic tractors. Once, they raced, wheels churning excitedly over asphalt— Down the hill, Mounted by me and my whooping friends— Now the tractors sit, neglected and forlorn In the...
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First Snow
White like linen, pure Untouched Snow lays on the ground It’s beautiful and treasured First snows come and go Every year. But what about the first snow The first snow ever? A young infant, so pure...
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A Review of Brown Girl Dreaming
With captivating and mesmerizing verse, Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson speaks to the loneliness and out-of-place feelings that come with growing up as a black child. “I am born not long...
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Forgetting Me
I have forgotten. Forgotten the best part of me. Inside I can feel it, but I can neither see nor hear what life before me was. What did I do when I was young? What did I smell? Why can’t I remember the...
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