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Home (an ode to Ypsilanti)

by Brenda Dinorah González

I didn't grow up in one place
I am glad I didn't
But if I could offer one place for my children
It would be here

Home is where we set our ground and grow
A place we can call our own
Be true to ourselves and where we came from
My roots dig deep and I will cultivate

Here is home

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