Human Race: a poem

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Human Race: a poem
Illustrated by JESSICA TSAI
Illustrated by JESSICA TSAI

I’m sitting
in the middle of the floor;
glass shattered,
feeling sore.

I’m thinking,
keeping my head down,
“What did I do?
God, such a clown.”

 Flashbacks
running through my head;
cheeks burn,
wish I were dead.

I cringe
at a memory so fresh.
The feeling going deeper,
deeper than the flesh.

I sigh,
my shoulders falling to the ground.
I am fine,
not hell bound.

Get up, brush off,
paste a smile on my face.

Move on, live strong.
I’m running the human race.

By NATASHA GO
Contributing Writer

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