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home - poetry by Mimi Gotbetter


little hands

and barefoot running down the pavement

home made for playing and dancing

sun freckles and cartwheels

but to come home to guilt

for simply existing in that house

on stilts and upon shaky ground

you did not deserve it.

i wish for you to know love since the start

radiating from every part within

i wish it was a home that could not collapse

because how can i remember where there never was


Mimi Gotbetter is a high school student in Massachusetts, and a lover of all things art and poetry

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