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- Vector Rewind: NJIT’s First Graduating Class of the New Millennium - February 2, 2020
The gun goes off, and so do I.
My options are simple; win the race or die.
Any incentive I need is answered with a glance to the sky.
The adrenaline pumps as a flock of winged feet fly.
My face shows an uncomfortable grimace,
an indicator of the physical.
Nobody sees the scars all over
from all the stress on my brain.
But the race ain’t for me; it’s for my flesh and blood,
My, city, my people, my love fuels this emotional flood.
I break the tape and move on, what more is there to say.
by Blake Brancato