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Homesick


I look up from the ground and vision the city that has kept me around, i used to be proud to say im reppin my town been gone so long when i see the logo i get sad and down. I miss where i started and the fame kept me from comin back, my moms worried about me she might have a panic attack. I wanted to fly but this bird left the nest to soon, i landed amomgst the stars but i want to go back to the place before the moon. My pair my old pair of shoes was what started off to make me cool. i miss my dad oh i miss my dad, i know he miss me too cause i feel his pain i know hes sad. God take me back let me rewind my time, so i can just spend a little more in the time when i didnt have a single dime. To my name but to be honest god i love this fame, i just hope my parents are proud and not ashamed. Im livin my dream, im livin my dream, but i miss the family and my old team. I miss the years of bein a teen but i cant complain im livin my dream. Dont worry i never forgot you all, im gettin a first class ticket for that holiday in the fall. Save me a seat at the table i sat at when i was finally tall, when we are done we can go look at the torn down mall. I smile at the pictures of the town you sent me, im tearin up because of what you mean to me. I just miss you all but what it seems to be, is that i finally have time to be free. I need a break im sick of this work, i wanna go back home to where it all began. Im homesick so home is where i ran.
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18 year old living in Martinsburg, West Virginia. loves to write poetry, I'm not looking for fame but I want to be noticed for my talents, it takes time and hard work in correct balance. on my journey I'll suffer many fails and successes, be prepared to experience a gift these poems come from my dark recesses.

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