The Student by Faramade Francesca Oladapo
I am the water Calm one second and then raging against itself another Blue like twilight Then sudden darkness Clashing and roaring The future unknown like a far away land The waves quickly pushing the land away Then begging for it to return. I am the water My skin is liquid My face is a whirlpool One eye opens in The center But does not see. Books and pens All at the center—dropped in the water My choice paused As they all swirl down the middle, To an ultimate explosion I am water, trapped in the current The eye shuts to the tide The body washes up ashore I am the water, I am the student Walking away from class with my back curled up as waves.
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