Home: My Love Letter to Rhode Island

Why do I find solace,

In this strange land called Providence?

I have no blood here,

No kin, nor an heir.

Yet I feel connected to this land,

The river in particular.

The portals of my soul leak, 

The sight of that sea makes me weak.

I know I've had a past life in Rhode Island,

I feel it in my bones 

I remember escaping something with this man,

I think I called my own.

We were lovers then,

But strangers now.

I see you in his eyes.

I hear you in his sighs.

But that was so long ago,

A lifetime times twenty. 

I feel wrong for even thinking of this, 

So let's change the subject to something other than our kiss. 

This poem is for Rhode Island,

I love her so much. 

She feels like me and I feel like she 

This land allows me to be, who I am truly.

I can take off my mask to a select few.

I can dip my toes in her morning dew. 

I can spin my hips, until I'm sick 

I can contort my body, and people will still call me lit. 

I have friends here, some are like family. 

I've learned lessons here, and have grown aplenty.

I've spent my twenties in this Rhode Island bubble,

And for the most part, I've stayed out of trouble. 

I love you Rhode Island, thank you for being my home.

And thank you for your maturation, which helped me cleanse my dome. 

You are my friend, my lover, my family, my kin.

I love being inside of you, it's the ultimate win.

Lincoln Woods, Lincoln, Rhode Island