Saturday
January 12, 2012
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday,
I remember when I would wake
Every Saturday and look outside
To see those cars go by.
Every Saturday I would say
“I speak no English”
To everybody that was in the house,
I remember waking up every Saturday to the smell of my mother’s food,
No lie I miss being home every
Saturday.
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i know how u feel. i use to b getting home sick all the time. but if missing being home on saturdays is whats gonna take for us to remain crime free and from getting locked up, this the key…dont ever forget where u came from so u wont go back.
this makes me feel very nostalgic and sad, but happy at the same time. very nicely written.