I’ve lived
my entire life
believing that
Home is building
A place where you
get creative with all
your  fancy decorations
your fancy candle chandelier lightings
A place where I can cook
all my fancy gourmet meals
While watching my big fancy television
A place with my fancy four car garages
where I can park my fancy toys
Enter , live  and lock my fancy twelve foot doors
As I spent all my fancy earnings
Then with a snap of my fingers
one morning I got wised up
I realized I was wrong the entire time
Those fancy things aren’t what
truly makes a home at all
I was wrong
I was broke wrong
Home is the space in between
your heart
Home is wherever I’m with you
Home is wherever love
resides , memories are created
like Instagram photos filling up your heart
And where laughter never ends.

I lived a large
part of my youth
carrying things
that didn’t
belong to me
Indeed I’ve carried
their loads for
too **** long
The load of how
they felt about me
the load of what
they’ve said about me
the load of how
They’ve perceived me
for far too long
These load was never
mine to carry
to begin with
Today I am free
free at last
from criticism
fears , insecurities
and other people’s
opinion
These loads
are no longer mine
to carry
Regardless
how desperate
and foolish
they may seem

my prince
isnt coming
he probably
found a better
princess...

im finally
coming
to terms
with that

Sometimes I get sad
So sad in fact
That
I feel like tugging on the split ends of my braids
Until they fall off
I feel like running  
Until I collapse
I feel like screaming
Until there is no more sound
I feel like sleeping for so long
That I never wake up
But then again
I also feel
Absolutely
*Nothing

The crowded streets,
The empty nights
Were the same;
Scary and dreary,
Till I met you.

Whether it was spark,
Or it was dark
I was the same;
Numb and dumb,
Till I met you.

You showered love
In oddest times,
Trained me seeing
Beauty in everything,
Accompanied in loneliness,
Exhilarated in clumsiness.

The sense of you
Had woken my eye,
The strike of your light
Ignited my mind,
The pill of your pleasure
Had cured my heart,
Hymns of your wisdom
Enlightened my soul.

Oh! Books!
I'm grateful!