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The following is a poem written by my classmate. I loved it and wanted to feature it on my blog:


I live amongst urchins

where the sun reflects and shines claret like wine

from the gore that spills inside

yet my floors are lined

with ceramic and hardwood

like the houses that surround us

retrospective to the houses of those that crowned us

I could have plenty to say should I shun from silence

but I won't utter ignorance in place of resilience

yet some in this matrix with their eyes closed


and everyone around seems to think

that i am something that I am not

so I live inside a bubble because they've framed me in a box

to judge based only on tangible perception

is to neglect subconsciously what could possibly be

on one's conscious

I will never underestimate

an underprivileged individual

rather disclose a point of view beyond one's peripheral

yet some are in this matrix with their eyes closed


define the credentials of what it takes to be human

is it to understand that if i pursue any sort of improvement

i must prove it

is it to have knowledge of intellect

and voice it with eloquence

I have provd this

or make relevance of what is irrelevant

that which I won't be fooled with

yet some are in this matrix with their eyes closed


Sasha Walden