My house is ancient history-
she smoothens out her wrinkles with plaster and drywall
My house is ancient history-
WW2 newspapers cover the insides of walls, yellowed and untouched.
My house is ancient history-
a box of razor blades fills hollow spaces, rusty and forgotten.
My house is history-
past, present, and future.
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PoetryLIVING IN A WORLD OF RACISM AND HATE, here is a collection of poems. #the2017awards
