This is not my home
The house I enter and exit every day
It’s strong roof is not strong enough
to pass through the devil’s storms
And the debts of it has gone too far
why should I pay to have my comfort?
Eyes glued to the back of your head
because you can’t trust a child who walks by
or an old man dunned in a hood
no one is safe,
why should I stand on tippy toes for my safety?
Then my life has no purpose, no use
the pocket-filled don’t care
they just want us all gone.
why should my life not matter?
Your hard labor goes unrewarded
and your savings is just to get to
the next day
why should I have to pay to live?
This is not my home
I must remember.
This is not where I’m supposed to be
This is not how it’s supposed to be
I own my property, my land
not the government
why can’t I be free of back burners?
I want to go home one day.
Where there is no sun
for the light would be from a King
There would be no pay to live
no one scratching you into poverty
no, no
I would be at comfort, true comfort
that is my home
I want to go home one day.
-random poetry
LCH
