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My Jungle, 8
Though I was a small kid,
The troubles did not escape me;
They only mounted on me like
Groceries in my mother's shopping cart.
Sometimes I would become very saddened,
Saddened, every time my mother cried,
And every time I would be left alone at home.
I would go outside,
And someone was always there.
My apartment building always had
People walking in and out,
Like an escalator in one those big shopping malls.
I would rather wander off
Past the playgrounds
Full of children,
Past the apartments
Full of strangers,
A couple streets ahead
To my corner,
A little forest,
With bushes in a circle,
A minature jungle,
That seemed like worlds away.
Inside my jungle,
A certain calm over took my body,
And I would sit there motionless.
I wouldn't see lions or monkeys;
For some reason,
I would see peace.
