Mom, I wanna go home
Open the door to your daughter
Don’t say anything
If I look like a mess
Prepare the bathtub
I have to wash away
All these touches and kisses
From those strangers
Who made me their graveyard
But no matter how I rub
It seems to live inside my skin
Mom, I wanna go home
Without the tinge of alcohol
In my dress
Smell of smoke that crawled
In my hair
Blood shot eyes
And a missing underwear
Mom, I wanna go home
Leave this life in the city
Crowded of lonely people
To see the fireflies
In our mango tree
To cross the old bridge
And afternoon naps
With the music of cicadas
And the feeling of lying
Against the bamboo floor
Mom, I wanna go home
To get rid of bed sheets
And used condoms
With stains of my period
Moans not from tickling sensations
But cries of a miserable heart
Mom, I wanna go home
To escape the nightmares
Of **** lullabies
Of lit cigarette
Of men who bled for my body
Mom, where are you?
Where is home?
I couldn’t find my way back
Please help me.