A Poem About Home

A house is a shelter over my head it’s the place where I have a bed A house has many rooms a cabinet, where we store brooms A home is a completely different thing Where family hears the ideas I bring a place where family can say that they love me in every way Home is where I know I belong, and I have, all along In my home my thoughts are heard not put aside or transferred When I am upset and I don’t want to hear My family accepts and simply disappears In my home I know I belong Because when I do something wrong instead of taking the opportunity to make fun of me we work together, like a mini community they help me to perceive it and later to achieve it My family loves me unconditionally When I’m a pain in the butt, they still love me When I act like a nut, they still love me When I’m straight up rude, they still LOVE me Because they love me unconditionally All these things form my home in which I have the space to roam I am so grateful for these privileges because some people don’t even have images But thankfully, organizations like Habitat for Humanity are currently trying to help fix this insanity