Sing My Song

rebellion poems

Rebellion Poems

 

Maps crisscrossed on my palms
Of faraway places I’ve never been
Imagine beginnings with every dawn
Imagine a wold you haven’t seen

You say home is the sweetest place
Four wall in which you can belong
I wasn’t made to be confined by space
I’m meant to continue singing my song

 

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photograph by RachelH

 

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