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November 9, 2021
my hands fisted, knuckles curled
veins popping out
my lips unfurled
i spoke loud as can be
feeling hearing seeing,
i was free
hair flying through the wind
pink skies setting around me
all my layers have been skinned
it’s just me
driving down eastern parkway
learning how to see
© Molly P., Louisville, Kentucky
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This poem reflects my love for driving and feeling free. I am a senior in Louisville, KY and I love my city and it will always be my home.