I WANNA GO HOME

I don’t know where I was born

But I know I was born

At some point, I know I had a home

It may have been cold, like the streets, forlorn

It may have been brutal, maybe frugal

It could have been dismal, maybe even abysmal

But that’s what’s normal

And home is a temple

The streets drive me mental

No one is sentimental

Interactions are confrontational

And they end up getting physical

The food is always minimal

Satisfaction is impossible

Staying alive is always critical

Drugs are occupational

Depression is monumental

Pain is educational

With failure not being optional

If you fail, you die

It’s crazy, no lie

So forgive me when I get high

It’s coz I’m not allowed to cry

On these streets, it’s ride or die

And when you ride, it’s never on a smooth tide

I think I’ve done my time

I think I’ve had enough of your spare dime

I think I deserve a new life

Or the streets will eat me alive

That’s why I wanna go home

I don’t care if it’s a false hope

I don’t care if it’s a broken home

Just point me in the right direction

And you’ll have cured me of my dereliction

I don’t wanna succumb to their prediction

That I’m nothing but a perennial victim of rejection

I don’t wanna end up in incarceration

A victim of circumstances that foster poor decisions

Abandoned by nature, mistreated by ‘nurture’

A social construct, and yet by the society I’m destruct

Tell me where I came from, before these streets give me more than a frown

Take me home, before I’m found dead on the streets, in my mouth a gush of foam

I just wanna go home, it doesn’t matter where is home

Take me there if you truly care

And I’ll be out of your hair

Trizah Fay ©2016

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