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Dec 2024
stick and stones
may break my bones
but one by one
i’ll pick them up
and build my own home
so
capitalist policies can’t
change the very foundation on which I was raised
and
the next boy and girl
can drive by
and see their childhood home

-as they remember it
Written by
Eniale  23/F/NYC
(23/F/NYC)   
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