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This is my home
I don't call it my home by choice but simply by association
I work a full time job and have classes every day
I simply dream of laying down and resting if only for a moment
Every day is a hurry to make more money
To pay for a house I never truly sleep in
To pay for a car that only breaks down at the worst times
To get fired just because I'm expendable
There's always another student begging for a crumb
How terrible is it to call sleeping past noon a vacation?
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world