The Place I Call Home

My home was there ever Since I was born and ever since then I’ve then I have been feeling like a unicorn Home is a place I can be me Home is a place I can be free Home is a place I can believe When I go home I see neat When I go home I feel heat Home is not a place it’s a feeling when I go home I feel like I am heeling When it comes to dinner I appreciate my mom’s hard working When it comes to dinner I eat my mom’s delicious cooking I go on with my day after dinner we boil some tea and it starts to simmer I drink my tea then I head to sleep That’s the place I call home This is my poem thanks for reading I hope this restores faith in humanity Please donate they would appreciate it greatly