Someday when I leave this place,
This country I'll remember
The neighborhood and people that made
It up, the burnt houses and yellow
mangoes that drop down like a cup
Of offering that no one ask but the tree
Gave dissimising you when you tried to
give it back,
I'll remember the trash that
waited for me to clean it because
Nobody else deard to lazy to pick it up
I'll remember the aggressive dogs we
ran from in the night and sometimes
Through the day how our hearts race
and legs ticked like the hand on the
Clock
I'll remember the faces, each voices
Though I never came in contact with
some
I'll remember distaste for many things,
And people,
I'll remember desperately how bad I
wanted to leave, how you wanted to
Leave–
To plant your home somewhere else
Far beyond across distant from here to
There
You'll remember taste, smell, memories
Alot more or you might forget–
But you won't forget where you
came from, no one will
Even though it lacked alot but isn't
everything or Somepeople lack of
something?
-ashespoetry
