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Poetry

Small Town Stars

where are you from

they ask

 

not here

i say

 

so far?

they inquire

 

sometimes

i think

 

because cornfields feel millions of miles

away from concrete

and there are no stars

in the city

 

i left and looked in my rearview once

maybe twice

at the place

that raised me

 

and taught me

that you should be quiet

and marry a boy

on the football team

and settle down

and be happy

 

and i didn’t listen that much

and i chased my own stars

 

and ran from those fenced fields

and minds made up

toward something i couldn’t see

and i’m happy here

without the boy

or the quiet

or the settling

 

but i will tell you

sometimes i look up

and i do miss the stars

 

 

Author: Olivia Adkins
Email: oliviamuguetteadkins@gmail.com
Author Bio: 22-year-old creator, writer, wonderer, student, avid shoe-wearer.
Link to social media or website: http://livunapologetically.com

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by Olivia Adkins

22-year-old creator, writer, wonderer, student, avid shoe-wearer.


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