My Own Place

Books, lots of books. Room for all of them. My books would be all in alphabetical order, just like in the library.

I’d be able to check them out to myself and there wouldn’t be a return date. I’d own them. They’d be mine alone. I would have space for my clothes, for the pictures and belongings of the people I’ve loved in my life. No more threats—none of any kind. Nobody would tell me you have to leave by such and such a date—or else! I wouldn’t be afraid—not anymore. And no moreHousing Court. No more injustices or unsafe living conditions. I’d be myself. I would be able to afford to be myself with my own place to protect me. 

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