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Untitled...Inspired by real life

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Before I post this poem, I feel that I need to introduce it a bit...
I'm in a poetry class and I am so excited about it because it's really putting me back in the swing of writing. I guess it helps by taking a lot of the pressure off of making a perfect poem because I naturally give a fuck less when it comes to school (I do get good grades though).
Anyway, our assignment was to write an anagram poem based off of another anagram poem. This was actually pretty hard trying to make a story, beginning, middle, and end, but only use singular words and just create other singular words with the same letters.
I wanted to take this opportunity to express some grief I've had inside of me since August and days and days since then...without further adieu here it is...

Live evil
Hatred thread
Scared races
Ranting ignorant
Isle lies
Officer force
Harming arming
Bluest bullets
Demur murders

 - Akenya Jenné

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