Blog Post #9

Please don’t fret momma

For I am home

In this poem momma

Is about the land I roam

I want to show you

The land I’ve come to know

I want to teach you

All that I know

I want you to walk outside

And not be afraid

Without the notion to hide

From their evil ways

I wish you could see it

See what I see

I wish you could know it

What it’s like to be free

To see the mountains side

Stretch across the land

To see the hillside

Or the beach’s sand

Did you ever see the sunset

Or the beautiful glowing stars

Something I hope you get

The chance to make ours.

I wish you could feel it

The cool wind at your feet

To go outside and sit

And enjoy the comforting heat

To feel the warmth of the sun

On your bare skin

To be able to run

To be able to fit in

I feel like I belong here

Of this, to you, I am askin’

The end is near

Please don’t give in

I’ll come back for you momma

They won’t win

I’ll save you momma

I promise they won’t win