My Place Now

My Place Now

My Place Now

Izabella

San Francisco • 2017

  • My place now is a sad bubble that I fill with tears.
    That blue dripping on my cheek.
    But the opposite is nothing like it.
    When I’m happy I think of good memories
    The color yellow reminds me of the whole family playing with my dog
    My place now, a year ago, me saying,
    My poem at the poetry slam
    Me being nervous
    Made me feel as if someone stabbed me with a knife
    Gray reminds me of that
    My place now is me being mad because I can’t get on rides
    Yup!
    That red is still in there
    My place now is complete
    That warm hug reminds me of love
    That is the only strong color in this poem
    That place now
    Is in the past
    The future is now


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