Love & War, Nifty Tricks, Prose, Ramblings

Homeland Problems

Nobody puts Baby in a corner. The corner is small, it’s restricting.  Things that have no place anywhere else, they are put in a corner-things that don’t belong, things that are not… welcome -things, not people. Corners are out of sight rendering things out of mind -forgotten, unwanted. And fittingly so when all you brought to the proverbial inn is a suitcase, like you did last year and the year before and the year before.Why give you more space, really? The corner we have provided will just have to do, sister. I don’t know why you’re complaining, daughter. You’re home, aren’t you?

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