In 11th grade, we were given an assignment to write a poem. I wrote "The Spirit." It opened up a whole new form of communication for me. A once quiet, shy girl from a small town - poetry was a way of releasing what was inside of me. These poems are an opened chamber, of my heart.
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Hand Me Down
Stroud...
My last name.
I didn't used to like it.
I remember as a
child, watching my
father sign it.
Then I joined the
military, four
years after he died.
I see his last name
on my uniform and
it makes me cry.
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