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This is my home

I don't call it my home by choice but simply by association

I work a full time job and have classes every day

I simply dream of laying down and resting if only for a moment

Every day is a hurry to make more money

To pay for a house I never truly sleep in

To pay for a car that only breaks down at the worst times

To get fired just because I'm expendable

There's always another student begging for a crumb

How terrible is it to call sleeping past noon a vacation? 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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