I am on a poem roll these days! I am so happy because I am in my creative writing class and we get to write write write. Here is a poem about time. Enjoy
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Ms. Zensius
Creative Writing, Period 5
February 9, 2018
Time
Buried beneath the Salesforce building
The phallic structures that pierce the sky
Rests hundreds of years of history
Hidden
Silent
Wanting to come up and cry:
“See us, hear us, listen to our stories”
We pound on your walls and bring rhythm to your streets
We, who have lived in this world,
We, who have ruffled your sheets
I, Emperor Norton of the United States, Protector of Mexico
Declare myself ruler of this city, newly unfurled
Magic snuffed by fast paced techies
The New Millennium leans
We are soil for veggies
You walk past in your jeans
We tell you to stop
Wait
Pause
Hand to the sidewalk
Have our narratives swapped
My royal fantasies may be fallacies
But you have the power
You have the key
Open me up and hear my story
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