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.
Welcoming comments and critique since 1984
Thanks for reading and sharing my beautiful lie.
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