Jenna Johnston Poems

Home is where I left my heart
Where I will always have a place
It's where I was raised
Where I was loved and respected
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Fredom is a funny thing
Sometimes you have it
Other times it slips away
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Her tears like acid so she tries not to cry
The presure too heavy, she froces every step
All her pride is gone never to be seen again
No outsiders' love reaches her
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I'm invisable to almost everyone
When I talk
When I watch
They don't see me
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