A Moment of Doubt
By ZJ
I feel unsure about being in jail
I don’t belong here
It makes me feel like a slave
Home is where I belong
I feel good when I am home
Because I get to chill with my family
And smell the fresh air
I am positive about what I’m meant for
Going to college and getting a good job
And no longer feeling doubt
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