Home is a Feeling

Wed, 11/12/2014 - 22:45 -- dastan

As a boy of three, 

I watched with every breath, the rise of my small body.

I breathed on the glass and wiped and wiped to see

Ant people so eager and ready to flee

Supposedly home was far away.

But I woud appreciate this decision to this day.

To give her boy a chance to grow

In inches and knowledge of a new home to know.

America the Free, I want you to see

that Flawless is me

because you planted a seed, like I planted a tree.

of opportunity and freedom I would not have had

If mama never chose to not  leave me with dad.

Flawless am I, for I have made it.

To the shining city upon a hill.

Where I will hold education as my powerful will.

A feeling of comfort because I am not alone

Flawless I am, for I am home.

Flawless I am.

 

 

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