When the dam split open

We are trapped in a small town

No resources or means

A family struggling to get by

Holding  on at the seams

You want us to stay here

We are trying to leave 

You think we will miss it

But there is no need

I will not falter

I will not fall

I would struggle elsewhere 

Than to stay here at all

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
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