No matter how rich or poor I become in life, I will never be homeless Home is not within four walls or under a roof My home is not a house, but home Is in the eyes and arms of those I love. By: Chrystal
We are five young African-American who attend MASE. We are apart of Mr.Brame's AP Composition class. In this class we take time to express our feelings through our poems.
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