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