I come from a broken home.
A father gone,
a mother on her own.
As she struggles to survive,
she now has 5 kids on her side.
I am from the middle class.
Section A housing.
Foodstamps.
And Childsupport.
I am from a broken heart,
one too many times.
I am from memories,
never meant to last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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