My soul was flying high above my body. The smell of freedom and ocean in my nostrils. As a new life drew closer and closer. As my old life began to vanish far behind me. As I was now a new person. I was no longer bound and held down by my past. I no longer had to slave in the sun day in and day out. My new home was in New York. I would live loud and proud in New York. No more living in the shadows in New York. I would move fast and flag cabs. I would no longer wear rags. Rags to Riches. That’s my name. Living in all my fame. Here I am passing the big green lady I began to climb out of the sun, No longer shady Eventhough Agent Orange may be shouting build a wall. I am in charge of my own destiny And I will not fall. By: Jordan Hall (Bard Early College at Harlem Children's Zone Promise Academy)
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