My home (entry)

It's small. It's not the best, or the safest. But, it's my home.

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1. My home

I was born here, raised here

Here, I realized I was different

Here, I realized when I looked in the mirror

I was different, as I thought

In my town, a small town

It's hot, it's typical

The summers are tasty

The winters are long 

The temperatures are my friends

Here, I realized I was different

In my small town, I saw the changes

I didn't look like them

I didn't trace my roots back to thereI

My roots weren't traced to here

Here, I realized I was different

What was it, about my small town?

It was just that, small and American

I wondered why it was that, "American."
Yes, we were in the US, but were we?
Here, I realized I didn't look like them

My skin wasn't pale, my eyes weren't blue

Here, I later became proud 

I stood up loud, in my small town

Here, I learned to be proud

In my small American town, I learned

To love my roots, but be happy with myself

In my small American town, I can be proud to be who I am

I learned to love myself

In my small American town 

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