Poem: Mix Tape

Woke up in 1995
With a mix tape playing in my head
Each song a reminder of school daze
Cassette tapes and the Spice Girls craze
Fake Plastic Trees and grazed knees
Alice in Chains and an Army of Me
Against beat downs and put downs
Bad words and god that Hurt,
Jagged Little Pill on repeat
Each memory kills me with a beat

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