Home for me is somewhere over the rainbow, at my great grandparents
house. Well it was once my home before I left the family gathering place. When I
think of home it's the place: I can rest, feel the best and live life without stress.
Today I do not come home without stress because I don’t feel the best or get
enough rest to help my days go by. There are days I come to this house where I
get no reply, it even gets to the point where all I can do is cry. Where am I at, this
house is not a home, its just like I'm trapped up in this dome yelling to these four
walls “there is no place like home. There's no place like home.” In this house I
do not feel the protection I seek, if anything I only feel weak. Is this disturbing,
can you picture it now? Well guess what times up, time to go, see you later, ciao!
I got to find way back home, back to the place where me and my cousins use to
roam. However where are we now, separated trapped in this house with no
where to go, no family to see, OH HELL NO! I can not take it anymore, I really
have to go. Tic-Toc Tic-Toc, My brains about to blow! Get me out of this place
take me away, I want to go back, not tomorrow but today. Where are my loved
ones? They have gone to soon, now to a better place now up in the sky with all
the balloons.
Its been a long time since I've walked through doors of this place I call home.
Home is much less than it used to be. Where is all the laughter, the joy, you know
the family? Come on, jokes over you've got to be kidding. What happened to all
the barbecues, the 4th of July's and all the thanksgiving? Is this what we have
come to, a family with no more tradition. Just because Grandma and Grandpa
aren't here we start to lose our ambition. This is not right, this separation the
divide that only leads to total deprivation. I scream to up beyonder “Grandma and
Grandpa you've got to come back come help before the foundation you’ve
created begins to crack.”
Was all that had happened just a lie? The tiny voice in my head keeps
screaming who am I? Is my home today, what it used to be or is it just me? What
am I to believe, when I sit here just trying breathe an process the thought as to
where my expectations should be in reference to the place I call home. Its like I've
become so numb and its hard to look in the mirror to see what I have become. Its
hard to believe that the place I once called home is no longer what it was, and
just by looking at me you cannot tell the damage that it does. Remember when I
said, “ home is where the heart resides,' I left out one part, its for you to decide. So
to me I am homeless with a heart in search of a place. Now all I have to do is
figure out how to keep it on a stable pace, because without a home there is no
safety. All that is left is for me to walk alone bravely.

Its hard to see with no light to guide me.
Its hard to feel with nobody to like me
its hard to sleep with no bed to sleep on
its hard to eat with no food to fix
Its hard to trust people and their tricks
And you'll ask me who I am
I'll simply answer I don't know
Then you'll ask if I have anyone that takes care of me
And I'll say No
Finally you'll l ask How do I live
And I'll say
Trapped in a room abandoned by light
Treated roughly by people not wanting to fight
can't sleep because I don't know if I'll die at night
I'm cold and there's no one to keep me warm by holding me tight
I'm hungry always having to hear my stomach grumble
I have no trust, because, I get played which makes my trust issues double
And then again
You'll ask me who I am
But now its to late
because
There I laid me down to sleep
And I prayed to the Lord My soul to keep
That night I died and never did I wake
I prayed to the Lord my soul to take

Do you despise me because of the words I use or the way i talk
What about the clothes that I wear or the way that I walk.
You see
The way that I speak it what makes me unique.
I'm apart of a group that gets put down for who they are
A group that expresses their thought in spoken word or writing
But you won't understand when you are listening to this poem I am
reciting.
You see
My life ain't no poetry
But it is the beat of my heart
And a type of love that will never fall apart...
I come home to parents I don't even know
And when I hear all the crying and arguing I get fed up and want to go
But you can't tell the type of life I live
You can't find the tears that run down my face
You can't feel the feelings I hide without a trace
Is that why you despise me?
Because I go through so much that I still have time to put a smile in my
face?
You see
All that steam is put into the time I spend writing poetry
But like I said my life ain't no poetry
It's simply just an easy way I express my pain