Patricia Smith
The room sat quiet. Listening to her voice made everything seem real. Her voice carried the lines of each of her poems beautifully. The words came deep from within her. As she spoke, a few clicks could be heard as a few people took pictures. The atmosphere had a depressed kind of mood in it. No one moved nor talked. The words made you think and appreciate what you have. Many of us are truly blessed to live such good lives, but numerous people, not only in New Orleans, live in what they can say feels like hell.
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