Time CapsuleA Poem by Breezie Kae
This room is a time capsule,
chock full of papers, memories, some embarrassing, none too sweet. Such as my first poems, in a crayon colored construction paper monstrosity, I never would have guessed where it would lead me. Their words, they make me gag, hideous rhymes, cliches, staring at my roots under the pitiful dirt. Yet as the time passes, and I stand, with paper in hand, learn to work with words and construct a piece of art, leaving it all in a time capsule.
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