Woah. This poem is so good, I'm afraid to mess with it/ disgrace it with a review. But I'll try. I hope I don't mess with it too much.
If you don't mind, I'll just go through some nitpicks and skip the commentary.
Nitpicks;
I started to carry around the Communist Manifesto
once word broke out and sent students into shock.
Nothing is more intimidating than fear
or the threat of the end coming.
That was always one thing
I could never understand.
This isn't a big nitpick, and doesn't NEED to be changed, but maybe change the 'understand' into something like 'comprehend'? Just a word choice I, personally, thought fit better.
What was considered temporary
turned out to be twelve years,
five hundred thirty four Coke bottles
and twelve hundred fights.
By the time it went back up,
we all forgot about each other.
I know I said I wasn't going to do commentary, but this stanza really stood out to me. The numbers really do help the effect because it makes it real. And the visuals here are really good.
I haven't really found anything else to nitpick. This poem is pretty much the definition of a 'perfect' poem. Bravo to that! I hope the small, minor nitpicks I spotted helps. This poem is definitely great.
Sincerely,
SecreteJournalist
AKA
Brie
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