Akeanya Kennings, A Place People Call Home

A Place People Call Home by Akeanya Kennings

Home . . .? Where is it? I need to know .

Is home even a place? Is my idea of a home just a dream? A fantasy?

Is home At a friend’s place? My own house? A happy place in my head?

Home, are you real?ant I am dying to know . Others are dying to know .

Sometimes home doesn’t feel like home .

Beaten, child labor, no love, degraded, cursed at, bruises . I’m nobody . Just an it .

Is home a far place? Farther than where I am now? How far? How long?

How long will it take to get away from this place people call a home?

I need to find a way out . Get away and find a better place than the one I am at right now .

This place called home is just a nightmare, one I don’t think I can escape .

This nightmare repeats itself, replays everyday . It’s the same thing nothing changes .

Covering my ears to try lowering this racket . Crying, screaming, cursing . Empty bottles, lungs affected living in filth .

Back against my door . Things being thrown .

When can I escape this nightmare?

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