Dream 1

Wed, 08/21/2019 - 02:25 -- Leesa

Wake up in the mornin'.

Suddenly, I'm in a dream.

Everything looks so real.

What could this mean?

I get up, look around.

My face turns into a frown.

My heart starts racing.

Then I start disgracing.

For what the world has become.


This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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