how can i stay here
my sins are on my head like a hat
my neighbours fall into two groups
those who point and then insult
those who avoid eye contact and then whisper
every road sign, every radio song, everything says leave
except my word
i told her i'd stay
and so i'm here
don't feel bad
i own the insults and the whispers
my sin was a one-moment mistake
but it was My mistake
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