Prompt by Apples and Snakes. Lublin. I was born Did all I could, had to leave If you don’t fit, go. London. I was born Into new language, only Cut off my big toe.
- ritasuszek
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See AllRecently Rhymes With Orange poetry collective, of which I am part of, had an eighth birthday party. I had a five minute slot in it and really wanted to write something to acknowledge Black Lives Matte
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