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Lexington Poetry Month



Streetlights; remind me of the sweet lights
back when everything was cool

These lights, these lights
calling their true sight 
still walking on my own

You said it would be alright
You said it would work out
But do you remember the pain
do you remember what they have been through

You say make America great again
When was it ever
When you didn’t have to worry about your ego?

Streetlights; remind me of the cold night
back when we hid our history
beneath the floorboards
so that we could pretend
none of it happened

One response to “Cool”

  1. Great poem! I love how it pivots in the middle to tackle a large social and political issue, developing how the speaker sees street lights.

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