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Tierra Materna


Nonchalantly, I watch mother earth’s face erode as her acid tears stream down her face she silently wonders what ever happened to this place this earth we call our home is nothing but waste upon buildings of chrome We inject steroids upon our bovine and pesticides run through the grapevine like the stories of global warming from down below we are sinking even further into this gaping hole of global execution instead of settling on building more institutions we need to make a constitution or perhaps a solution for all of this pollution let us save our maternal earth who provides so much let us strive to clean up and get in touch with our immaculate past of clean rivers and streams before our earth is torn apart by the seams.
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I am your average city teenager living a not so average life. I attend a high school in Connecticut and commute back in forth from my home in New York.

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