This is My Home.

Never fit in with the rest,
Cuz I never lived the best,
Mom to me was a queen,
But to them she's a feign,
Through the eyes of a child,
ignorance is bliss,
memories id rather miss,
Found the glass,
Perception began to change,
smelled a little strange,
from house to house,
Club to club,
a quilt of hopeless dreams,
drugs mend the seams,
getting by,
By getting high,
But where was I?,
left to die,
Childhood- bye bye,
This is where I'm from,
Somewhere in a slum,
Ain't **** changed but the area code,
Knock knock,
welcome to my humble abode

This is My Home.

Your love for me
is like a pair of sneakers.

Reliable.
Comfortable.
Familiar.
Don't pinch or hurt; so good to your feet
you sometimes forget they're there.

It's just that sometimes,
not often,
but every now and then, I wish
your love for me was more like
a pair of wild shoes.
Brash.
Thrilling.
Bold

enough to spark the exciting pursuit
that it seems I never had.