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  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Alone (In the lunch room)

    The chairs scrape against the cold tile floor, the trays are placed into the rack, voices of laughter bounce off the walls. The abandoned milk jugs; half empty or half ...

    Feb 17, 2010


I only know that learning to believe in the power of my own words has been the most freeing experience of my life. It has brought me the most light. And isn't that what a poem is? A lantern glowing in the dark.
— Elizabeth Acevedo, The Poet X