I want my home so bad
Am sick of thinking it
The words the need
The emotional hit
Grief of what is lost
Anguish that I may never find
A place in this world
For me and my kind
If there is a kind like me
My spirit's say come home
That this is by my hand
I chose this life of pain
Not to kneel but stand
As 1
For all in my deeds
Negotiating with them
Planting what are seeds
Has been accomplished.
That I may now
Go home.
©wrennie
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