This is your room
But it also isn’t really your room
So you shouldn’t be too mad
When crumbs get left behind
Or a pencil gets misplaced
By a kid who didn’t sleep in their own bed last night
By a kid who didn’t have anything to eat today until now
By a kid who smells like dad’s poor choices
So flick on that light switch with pride
They may not matter to someone but they can matter to you
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Author:
Luke Bensing (
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Comments1
This poem leaves me with questions about which room we are talking about. A mind provoking read.
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