Sarai Girma

she crunched through the ice and dirty
snow, knowing that someone had
shoveled a path just three yards to her
left but feeling it necessary to make her own.
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There are times when I get to thinking
About a boy I used to know,
Back when things really mattered.
And life was truly ours. And
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A bleak, grey winter day
Fades to cold and black.
Storm-clouds hang in a
Starless sky, and
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She’s either laughing or
Crying. It’s hard to tell, sometimes.
I’d know by the light in her eyes, but
It’s been out a long time now. I wish
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When it Ends it’s Far from Over.

I saw it this morning, walking to work.
On a paper
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blood-red clouds roll into the sky,
thunder roars and fills you with a sense of dread,
a bolt of lightning streaks through the fog and lights up the night.
you look up and watch as the clouds burst open above you
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we walked, and we talked
my mind was on you, and me
and yours was on you.
i talked, and you walked.
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Land of the free, supposedly...
I see the way you look at me;
As if you’ve seen all there is to see,
Like another statistic is all I’ll be.
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running, running, up the stairs
yelling, yelling, slam the door
crying, crying, throw me down
screaming, sobbing, hit the floor
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Ever since I was four or five,
Or the moment I could speak well enough to ask why,
They told me I’d understand when I got older.
Well, I’m eighteen. I know I’m not grown—
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This is a poem.
I don’t know what it’s about.
I don’t even know if it’s really a poem.
Does it qualify if the lines are right,
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