I know it was toxic
We all knew
But it was home

Each insensitive joke
Became a reminder
Of our love for each other

I'd hear the foulest things
And I'd stare in horror
But I miss it

I know it's "better" here

There are no slurs
Or racist remarks
Or **** jokes

We are quiet & polite
We are model students

I'm with more "likeminded" people
But it feels wrong--
Like I'm walking on glass

I miss my home

It wasn't perfect;
But it was real

And I want to go back