Home
All my life
I've longed and strived
With hope to find my home
Home
A place to call my own
Gold that never grows Old
Old
One who learnt to earn
One who's not afraid to run, Mad
Mad
Is just a word
For those we don't understand
Understand
Not just to discern
But to give love a chance
Love
Empowers one
Their fear to overcome
Fear
A stream of tears
Screaming in the Inner Ear
The Ear
That will hear
When your mind isn't clear
The Mind
Is not blind
To a world that's so unkind
Home
Is where we heal
A refuge where we can be still
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Our world
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