I fell asleep at 10:00 p.m.,
hoping that when I'd wake up,
we'd have our first female president,
in US history.
But all i found,
was my realization of human depravity,
and all that sprouted,
were tears.
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Self Poetry, 2020: New Beginnings.
PoetryTW// Self poetry, written by me, for me. Started in 2015, picked up again in 2020. Details my progression, and serves as a time capsule of my teenage years.
