Mini Contest Just For Fun Entry for the Brigit's Flame Community

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Given Prompt: Carriage Trade

Titled: "Places"

"Trailer trash," you sniff
"Did you ever hear?
She just isn't one of us!"

Not one of you . .
It's true.

I am a girl
Who lived overseas
Saw the changing of the guard
And rode on ferries.

I saw children
Bellies huge with hunger.
A grass hut for a home,
A bicyle worth a year's wages.

I saw people with nothing
And I have a home,
A trailer to be sure,
But so much more than they.

I would have picked a lovely home,
Light and airy,
Windows with views.

I took a chance,
A big chance
And here's where I landed

Yet I stood faithful.

Now you diminish me for the walls in which I dwell?

"Trailer trash" I may be
But your Master "had no place to lay His head."

If you can't see me for my home,
I'd rather live in my world
Than yours.

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