Saturday
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SATURDAY AFTERNOON.
From all the jails
the boys and girls
Ecstatically leap,—
Beloved, only afternoon
That prison doesn't keep.
They storm the earth
and stun the air,
A mob of solid bliss.
Alas! that frowns could lie in wait
For such a foe as this!
—Emily Dickinson
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Poem: Saturday Class: Gwendolyn Brooks and “We Real Cool”
Poem: Saturday Class: Fever Dream (George, Breonna, and Trayvon)