Class of 2021

Can I bring my eyes out of my face and clean them

Smooth away the exhaustive rattling 

Of a hamster’s wheel

Around and around goes the year 

And dust accumulates under my eyelids 

They have not moved in centuries.  

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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