The Donna Valley

The Valley


We all have our place that we call home

Some are big and flled of people

Others are small and alone


My home is small and different

We're noticed for our ball game in 1961


The outsiders are afraid of us

Our neighors pity us

We survive


They tell us we aren't good

That we're all droputs waitig to happen

We're all losers

We're all gangsters

And most of all that WE are worthless


From a person in that commnity I'm here to say



We are educated

We are winners in our own way

We are people just like you

And we are definietly worth it


But you wouldn't know that because you aren't a








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