Jennifer Burns Poems

Home is pictures of memories on the wall.
Home is sleeping in my own bed.
Home is waking up to the smell of mom's cooking.
Home is sharing the holidays with family.
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My heart sings.
My heart sings the songs of happiness.
My heart sings the songs of joy.
My heart sings the songs of peace.
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Do I have the soul of a slave?
No! my soul cries out to be free.
Do I have the heart of a slave?
No! my heart cries out to be free.
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