Building

Building 

 Not pretty but it raised me. 
Broken outside but whole inside. 
From these walls I rose. 
Unsafe to others, sacred to me. 
Unsafe walls, safe memories. 
Foundation may be cratered but it held me up. 
You see danger, I see my origin story. 

Poem by Maria, eThekwini-Durban, South Africa, July 2025
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