Poems from Zoe Sumner
The night of the election
I decided not to watch the results
Though updates where on every one of my social media accounts
I decided to...
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My ghetto isn’t a bad thing
My ghetto is the sounds of basketballs at 12 at night
My ghetto is 50 cent sodas at the corner store
My ghetto...
I cannot walk down the street
Or I can
I just choose not to,
Because why would you
Walk in a place where your skin is your identity
And...
This poem is dedicated not only to you,
but also to the person who taught you,
and the person who taught them
and so on and so forth.
There...