When I Run Out of the Classroom
Everyone says they "get it."
That makes no sense.
I don't "get it."
It hurts. No one should understand that.
I don't understand why it's my curse.
I committed no sin against the universe,
Just my neighbors, who love me still.
A small baby screaming in her mother's arms,
Kissed by pain that follows her yet,
And grows shadowed by ghosts.
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Hi! My name is Elizabeth Davenport, and I'm a college student who loves all things language, no matter what language it is! I'm probably reading, writing, or dancing in the rain right now. I'm a featured poet, Aura, on diesandnoctis.com (go check them out: they're great!), and use the names E.D., Elie Dav, and Elizabeth Davenport when posting my own.
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