The Meaning of Home

I am going to tell you about what home means to me! Home means that I can talk to my friends and family without people saying mean things to me because once someone called me poop. They called me poop because of my skin color. My skin color is brown. But right then and there I felt like I did not belong at all and home was not home. All I wanted to do was erase the colour of my skin! I felt angry, sad and miserable! I felt like I had to change my skin colour so they could not say that about my brown skin. I felt like home was not home because of what they said to me. I felt that I should not be myself. I felt like I had to be something I am not! When I think of home I think that I can be myself and I can talk to my friends without anyone saying anything hurtful!