my homeland

Wed, 03/20/2024 - 10:18 -- ghost44

what a terrible place to be alive. 

alone in a country filled with wide eyes.

not a single sound of english in sight, 

not a single sight of anything

but my people

 

i cant find a way out, theres too many. i dont know what to do

how do i escape the factory. how do i make it out the shop

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This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
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