Birminhum

Where I come from it rains a lot,

Where I come from the homeless get rained on a lot,

Where I come from buildings get plastered before our wounds do,

Where I come from the poets speak a lot,

Where I come from it doesn’t snow at all,

Where I come from older voices get heard a lot,

Where I come from age = maturity

Where I am going is unknown

But I know, with my age I will come to know.

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