somewhere in this world
is a place we all call home
be it in our parents homes
or a place we once visited
I used to call a place home
with my aunt and uncle
with a few other kids
we were the welfare brats
a 3 bedroom house
7 kids in all
never Hurd the end of it
how worthless we were
forced to go to church
forced to be obedient
if lines were crosses
punishments were handed out
I grew up in a home
where a fan belt on a plank
would cause us our bruises
harsh times we felt
my way of getting threw it
remembering that my pain
my suffering was nothing
other's kids other people
had it worse
©phoenix420
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