My Family
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Fear of loss
Fear of separation.
Fear of our country.
Fear of my own surroundings.
Tell me, should I have this feeling?
I was born here, but my blood wasn't.
Land of the free? No.
Our World,
twisting and turning everyday,
with a new surprise,
waiting each and every way.
My world,
surrounded by uncertainty and surprise,
not ever knowing,
if I am anywhere near my demise.
It came into my life with the strum of a guitar
Dad's voice and Mom's smiles
He wrote new songs everyday for me
I didn't know it was poetry
It continued in my life with the cut of my razor
My Family
When I look at the world around me, and see how crazy it’s gotten
I look up to the sky and thank God for my family
