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No Mail for Me

Virginia
 
Check the mail, but as usual there’s none for me
Every day I sit and wait.
For lunch muster,
Hopefully I think to myself
There will be at least one for me
But as they call out the names
From the letters they hold
But of course then I’m told
There’s none for me once again
A little hurt, and maybe a little tear
Thinking does anybody really care
if people only understood what getting mail
really means
How much it means to us who are locked
up
It doesn’t mean anything to us when we ain’t
But the difference, it’s so big
But only we can understand
How much it makes our lives seem so real.

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