Category : Poems

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Wood floors, just a little dusty
sun shining through open windows.
Red and white retro kitchen.
King size bed all to myself.
Books in every room.
I made this place for myself.
The pictures on the walls and fridge
Of my chosen family, my people
This is the life I made. My own.
The cupboards are empty sometimes.
Things aren't always easy
And sometimes I cry at night
But this is mine. I fought for this.
And I am so damn proud
Of how far I have come.
And ready to see
How far I'll go.