I Lift My Lamp Beside the Golden Door
and so ive become
the hospital for broken homes
i welcome you in
with open arms
as i provide for you
a sanctuary
for the lost and the lonely
but i cant help but feel
so sad that
we were not
all created equal
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Holy goodness, darling.
This poem is every line and every word a stunner.
I appreciate you and your work.