What is home?
Home is warm
There’s a little part of me
In every place that we use to call home,
I say we,
Home is family or reminders of…
From the apartments around LA to that one house in Carson, where I planted my first peach tree…
Home is a combination of many things.
Home is hearing
the sound of my moms truck
Pulling in off the street…
And running outside
To help bring in the groceries…
Home is knowing
Where the Crips had beef
And if the streets lights worked
We’d have something to marker
when we needed to be home by,
with no tangible role models
we had to learn quick
how to be grown…
No matter how much time was there
For us to play with
I felt as if tho, none was left
Constantly racing against the clock to
Get to get to what is next
Still uncertain about what i was expecting…
Asking mama can I go out with my friends?
Home is where I first experienced rejection.
Home is family barbeques
and friendly fades
Outside of the arcade
And that drinking underage
Had us on for days
Moms use to cut my hair
When I got bad grades…
So eventually I’d find my way,
Cause the low cut fade wasn’t getting me no play.
They say Home is where your heart is,
But I have one small edit, and that’s to say
‘Home is where your heart lives’
Because even at my Grandma’s house I feel at home,
Or when I went to my aunty’s in the summer,
I never felt alone, and sometimes
I didn’t even want to go home.
Home is what you make it,
Full of things you hate and a lot of your favorites,
Things that’ve made you, who you are today,
And impacted your life in a crazy way.
Home is hearing your name…
Yelled from the living room.
And you respond with a huh
Knowing damn well she meant
Wanted you to come see what she wanted…
Over time home evolves,
You fall in Love
And soon create a family of your own
With a few little seedlings to teach
The definition of home.