Assessment portfolio

Poem 2 (!)

Rush

I’m like a bullet

Piercing the street

Parting the crowd

Mouthing obscenities to people who don’t move.

My mantra :“Start the day ten minutes late

And that lost time shadows you”

Heavy bag.

I don’t feel I am in my head

In my body, in this place.

I make promises with God

To get there on time.

Then the sun jingles an Autumn leaf

And cuts my eye with hope.

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