My Real Home(1)
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Poem by: LTskittles125
Baltimore is my home.
Its in my blood.
My blood lies in the streets
even though it
isn't where the eye can see.
So many memories
in such a small place.
they range from
happy to morbid
and very depressing.
I miss my home.
Its where i grew up.
I miss the sweet sounds
of my city in the morning.
I miss the cool night air
swirling around me
making me not care.
I miss the sound of laughter
carried in the breeze.
I miss the gang
that i called my family.
I wish i could go back
to my home sweet home.
but to many obsticals
stand in my way.
Im going to go back
and live there again.
so that way i feel at peace.
In my baltimore city,
My home.
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Comments
I certainly know how that feels, wanting to go back, I didn't live in a city though. This is a great piece, in fact it's probably one of my favorites. I could feel the longing in the lines as I read it. Great job!
Author
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thankyou!
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