I get out of bed
I eat my food
I brush my teeth, I see you motherland
I comb through my Afro
I wash my face
I put on lip gloss, I see you motherland
I call a cab
I put on my shoes
I wait impatiently, I see you motherland
I haul my suitcase in the back,
Get in my seat and put on my music, I see you motherland
I go through check in
I get a snack
I board the plane, I see you motherland
The flight is over
I exit the plane
The sun shines on my face
I am here motherland
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Poetryrandom poems or pieces of writing that are made to hit the soul
