The Epitome of Old is Young in a New Way
-I have a few homes-
Whenever I am here,
I know the birds are singing for me
I know my bed will welcome my outline
A state of mind within another
Because my heart cries for the past me that was here
And my mouth smiles because I finally returned
Steady now.
Don’t underestimate the feelings that’ll arise
When you see your sisters run to the door
Tall now
Too tall for comfort.
There are these colors, and pictures
Outgrown?
You haven’t outgrown anything, just ran far
To get nowhere in particular
A meal, old clothes, a picture you’d wish to toss but,
don’t you dare.
I go home when I visit America
I go home when I visit my mother’s
Home, where my pockets are emptied
Many men hold their hands out there
Like my sisters at the door,
Waiting for a gift
I smile,
Because I can hear the birds singing
And I’m back again,
Waiting to leave
About the Creator
Jay,when I write
Hello.
What?
23, Black, queer, yup
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