basement

bastille

greyhound

megabus

clothes in a plastic bag

from shelter to shelter

six kids with no dad. she left the city for a better life

ran to a small town where the population was mostly white. racial undertones

trying to get back home

with barely enough to keep shirts on my backbone. now ain't this real life

numb to what pain feel like. demons knocking like the sound of steel pipes. same lady who gave birth never left my hometown

but she the reason i travelled the earth. locked the door

my uncle's going through her purse. wake your brother up

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