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Americas Child

by A. L. O'Prunty

I’m Americas child

step into my skin

feel the burning hunger

buried deep within
see me as a gift

the future, that it is me

but I can’t chase my dreams

when I’m scared & so hungry

ma says relief is coming

pa, he says it too

leaders keep on fighting

I’m sure their plates are full…O’Prunty

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Posted on December 16, 2020 at 2:06 PM in O'Prunty   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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