The Cinnamon House
I am from the small white house
That has the small black pup as a defender
with picture on every wall
And the exploding smell of cinnamon
I am from the big family
Where education is everything
And Christmas morning are spent as a whole
I am from the tiny town
Where everyone knows everyone
Summer Nights were spent at the park
Taking little lightbulbs out the sky
With the streetlights as curfew.
I am from
The cold winter nights spent with Hot cocoa
Warming your soul and body from head to toe
And Home Alone on repeat
I am from Ice cream after a performance
And family supporting family
I am from Denise
That raised me with morals and respect
In the small white house
With the black pup as a guard
And pictures on every way
-Malaki Fleming 2016
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