This is a poem, Ego by Denise Duhamel.
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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I'm here to reside. The poem Ego by Dennis Jianmin I just didn't get it. Even with the teacher holding an orange, the oath in one hand and a lemon, the moon in the other, her favourite student, the sun standing behind her with a flashlight, I just couldn't grasp it. This whole Citrus universe, these bumpy planets revolving so slowly no one could even see themselves moving. I used to think if I could only concentrate hard enough, I could be the one person to feel what no one else could. I sense a small talk from the ground, a guard shift, the the changing gears. Even though I was only one minutes back on us back, even though I was merely a pinprick in one Gu's bomb on the orange, I was sure that I was the most especially perceptive, perceptively sensitive. I was sure. Then my mother wasthe e only mother to snap the world doesn't revolve around you. The earth wass fragile and mostly water just the way the orange both mostly border. If you peeled it just the way I wass mostly water. If you peeled me looking back on that third grade signs demonstration I can understand why some people gave up on fame or religion are cures, especially people who have an understanding off the excruciating crawl off the world who have a well developed sense ofthe spatial reasoning and the turning nous that it is to be one off us. But not me. Even now, I wouldn't mind being God. The force was Pain's the plans that we I spun a globe a basketball yo u. I wouldn't mind being that teacher who chooses the fruit. Are that favourite kid who gives the moon its glow? Thank you.