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Adama Balde Poem
The one and only
No copy to replace
An original
Twins aren't the same
Always a trait that makes each,
Original
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Adama Balde Poem
Each and every corner
Compliments, being thrown around
A soccer ball being kicked
I am a basketball,
Waiting to be shot In a basket
Not normal
A writer I am, not as good
as Jacqueline Woodson
Writing stories that turn into poems
Poems that turn into memories
Memories locked inside my brain,
A door with no key
Trapped in forever
Waiting to be released
The moment everything moves
Memories let out of the jail cell
Desperate to seek change
One speck impacts the world
Memories coming back,
Then the turtle won the race
Being congratulated
Being written down
Copyright © Adama Balde | Year Posted 2017
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Adama Balde Poem
Each and every corner
Compliments, being thrown around
A soccer ball being kicked
I am a basketball,
Waiting to be shot In a basket
Not normal
A writer I am, not as good
as Jacqueline Woodson
Writing stories that turn into poems
Poems that turn into memories
Memories locked inside my brain,
A door with no key
Trapped in forever
Waiting to be released
The moment everything moves
Memories let out of the jail cell
Desperate to seek change
One speck impacts the world
Memories coming back,
Then the turtle won the race
Being congratulated
Being written down
Copyright © Adama Balde | Year Posted 2017
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Adama Balde Poem
Each and every corner
Compliments, being thrown around
A soccer ball being kicked
I am a basketball,
Waiting to be shot In a basket
Not normal
A writer I am, not as good
as Jacqueline Woodson
Writing stories that turn into poems
Poems that turn into memories
Memories locked inside my brain,
A door with no key
Trapped in forever
Waiting to be released
The moment everything moves
Memories let out of the jail cell
Desperate to seek change
One speck impacts the world
Memories coming back,
Then the turtle won the race
Being congratulated
Being written down
Copyright © Adama Balde | Year Posted 2017
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Adama Balde Poem
Hello
They begin
Deep in a conversation
Never ending
Digging through
Secrets being spilled
A can of soup
Spilled
Secret
Hidden from Life
Far away in the forest
Deep in the brain
Copyright © Adama Balde | Year Posted 2017
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