Beautiful flowers, dying trees

Home is where I long to be

The loud music on Saturday nights, drunk men, falling from different heights

The loud arguments, that keeps me wide awake

The blood stains dried on the ground

My home is special and different from the rest

The sense of belonging has vanished from air

Broken bottles lying on the ground

knocked down unconscious from unexpected fights

Family member, crying for loved ones

Home is where I long to be

My home is fun but sometimes scary, but its where I belong!

by Chicalam Ehirim, Yeoville Community School

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