I am Whole
Never houseless but always homeless,
Music managed to provide a sanctuary
Even if it is temporary.
Always hungry but full off of food for thought, music was always nourishing.
Cheeks sallow,
belly hollow,
not a dime to my name
Soul’s broken like cheap pottery
Music the adhesive keeps me together as my knees weaken,
I, no different from that beautiful bowl
Broken but golden.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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