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My Room MAG

February 28, 2010
By JustAbbi SILVER, Maplewood, Minnesota
JustAbbi SILVER, Maplewood, Minnesota
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My room is just a room
Until I press power, hit play
Turn it up louder
The frames on my bookshelves shake
Now it's loud enough
Add stomps, claps, snaps
Jump and yell
Shout back at the 10-year-old speakers
I'm louder
No other sound than the music
No hurtful, intruding, annoying voices
Knock at the door
Answer in song
Close that door at the end of a measure
Suck my sounds, my drums, back in
It's a vacuum, nothing escapes
It just fills up, until sound is lapping at the ceiling
Turn it up one more
Now it's a tank and I'm floating
Nothing but chords and choruses
Holding me up
I can move freely
In my own sound
Now this room is mine

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revis92 said...
on Feb. 9 2011 at 8:03 am
revis92, Easley, South Carolina
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this piece made me think of how i adore my room. I always think of it as my own space and nobody elses