I don't have a home per se. I stay where ever I wash up in the morning. I bring resentment to my bed and anger into the kitchen. I don't have a home per se. I can't drop anchor where there is no welcome. My shelter is always cold from longing, hot from resistance. My bones can never truly rest.
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jaxy:
They are giving me headaches, breaking out my nose, and it gets annoying that I have to wear them every second of the day.
hemi:
Well said ma'am!