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Hiding

Hiding

it’s an old coat, worn, patchedand a little tight under the armsand I slip into it with easehaving worn it many timesit’s very greyness,blandness,a pathetic disguise;a futile defenceI stand,transgressed,compared,ignoredI freeze,hiding in plain sightuntil her anger is...

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A Candle for Me

A Candle for Me

“I don’t create poetry, I create myself. For me, my poems are a way to me”. Edith SodergranIn grade five I wrote my first poemcalled, “Winter"in a little, red schoolhouseon a little, small deskwith my little, small handThe teacher promised to publish it.I think she...

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