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By , Greenfield, MA
Shaking her fists at the ground
angry at the world
like a frightened child
yet wizened
with age
and hardship

So angry
why won't you look
at me?
why don't you see
me?
Don't look through
me,
I am human
i was human once
just as you are
just as you
were





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