Decaying home
Aug 25, 2021
By: Justice. l. Mabson
Very where I turn, I see.
My home in its glory.
I see the community.
That raises Me.
Created Me.
Shape Me.
To see the world, In its beauty.
Then Slowly everything.
I not what it was.
The family I was no trap.
Kick out and nothing the same.
Counterfeited to be safe for those.
Not welcome and or invite.
Recolonized.
Will we let this happen again?