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SCHOOL'S OUT


The announcement
Swung blunt as an axe-blow:
All students were to leave
Campus as soon as possible.


We think we cried,
Our brains bleached blank.
We were already trying to forget
What we would live.
What we would give.
* * *


Beware the ides of March.
We recognized that something ran
Rampant as a rumor
Among our ranks.
Cases bleeding closer,
Like spillage in a napkin.


There is nothing more worrisome
Than a titan who believes itself
Separate from the world.
* * *


Graduation day.
We don't need a gown.
We don't need a stage.
We are walking beside our ancestors,
Their drums roar for us,
Their feet stomp at our life.
There is power in being robbed
& still choosing to dance.

Written by Amanda Gorman

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