After five children born
My parents made the move
They decided our home
Didn't have enough room
The change of scenery
Was quite exciting
From the slums of the city
To suburbs inviting
No more gun shots
Littered the day
Instead spacial slots
Larger bills to pay
After five and new home
My parents believed
Our issues were gone
Yet it didn't matter where we'd sleep
They were still old children
The fights didn't cease
Thick air full of his beer
Skunky smell in his beard
She couldn't think clear
I still shared a space
With the one who
Caused my mind to race
With sleep hours a few
Until she began
Locking me out
I no longer had
A safe space in my house
My sanctuary was
My younger sister's bed
She forever twas
The best of friends I ever had
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My Life Poetically-Dressed
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I wrote about each year of my life. Some years will have more than one poem. I know this platform is mostly for novels and such, but I felt like receiving feedback on my poetry. I hope you can feel heard, seen, and l...
