Welcome it says
Welcome where, here?
No, I am not welcome anywhere
Not here, not anywhere
The voices,
They say it loud, shout it even,
GET OUT!
And my heart starts to race and I sweat as
My shaking hand reaches out,
Shaking hello, how are you,
I'm not okay, I'm dying, they're killing me,
I'm not welcome, where am I, I'm wandering,
In my own home?
Wandering,
Wandering,
Wandering,
Lost
-Ashlynn D. Jones
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Hello, My Name Is
Poesía"Hello, My Name Is" is an exploration of identity, a collection of thoughts, and a form of self-expression. Written by a pair of best friends, the poems, drabbles, and blurbs contained within are raw and unedited. They touch on everything from famil...
