home is not a place
it is never a place

it is a feeling

sometimes,
if you’re lucky

it is a person

young people’s dreams are crushed
by the place they go where they are taught
to learn a cookie cutter way
and that their gifts are not gifts
in a world like this
we’re meant to be robots
creativity and originality is
simply dismissed

She was like art in a museum;
so beautiful to look at,
but you could never get close enough to touch
too fragile...