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wanting that one place from our child hood to run to and be safe


Submitted:Nov 5, 2010    Reads: 45    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


the reservation is where I yearn to be
holding his hand by his tree
he taught me to run here
hair loose flying in the wind
the sun's rays on my skin
the butterflies chasing after me
this is my heaven
this is where I am safe
the world outside to a child can not harm me
the bruises are fading as grandfather puts salve on
he kisses the marks and the pain begins to fade
here on the reservation is where i wanna be
not home to those who don't see
the bruises the cuts the tears
please tell me that the weekend is near
away from the place of pain
to a place to be me to run jump
speak with ease never fear the hand of another

Please tell me the weekend is near





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