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  • Angelina Blankson

Rainy Days in the 600 Wing

Listen to the sound of truth as it drums against our fortress,

cleansing all those who dare to

stand in the midst

while the unclean remain

dry.


Attempts to drown it out.

Speak louder,

“if you are not heard you will be forgotten.”

Close the window;

turn on the light;

feeble is

the low hum of electricity,

comical.

Hide the darkness,

don't let the children know.


Did they truly not know or did they not care?


Millions of droplets grip the window.

Notice how they fall..

Look for the bigger picture.

A message from God Himself.


I knew, I cared.


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