The House
A black city
A white city
A rich city
That’s poor
This is the town
That Built me…
This is
The door.
This is the
House & home
Where love hid
In plain sight.
Where I was
Thrown away,
'Unwanted' stalked
Day and night.
A burden carried
Beneath a veneer
Of smiles and generosity,
Service to my fellowman.
With the hope that
Enough good and kindness
Would bury the child I was
When this all began.
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Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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