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Pothole providence
Where employment stays unemployed
A dirty scar carves the landscape
Ambitionless depths of muddy liquid
The dark brown water waist high at every curve
Haves and have nots are easily identifiable
Let your finger navigate along the map’s blue stripe
Schools stand as mausoleums of progress
Darkened classrooms the blackened eyes of a disillusioned youth
Their boarded windows the broken teeth of education
The only shining buildings: a courthouse and a jail
Welcome home
The pangs of loyalty
Become the wounds of a martyr
I have seen the sacrifice
Its bellows un-echoed in dirt
Everyone I have ever loved was born of this clay
Grew wings
And never came back
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