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Oh, the year 2033
Things just aren’t what they used to be—
I remember home-cooked meals
Now subscription plan food is all we feel
I remember live TV
Now all we do is stream—paid and free
I remember real exercise
Now we virtually blast our thighs
I remember walking down the streets
Now the riots and protests prevent me
I remember Planned Parenthood
And accessing birth control like I should
I remember free speech
Without so much hate speech
I remember my hometown
Before the whole thing burned down
In a blazing glory of wildfire
Born of human neglect and climate change
I remember our country’s wonder
Before we were torn asunder
From one voting blunder
After which nothing was ever the same
I remember a better time
But that better time is too far gone
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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