Home is Him is Home
They told me that home was a place
that made the hairs on your neck
finally rest.
A place where the chills were replaced with warm
and love.
But these walls do not protect me,
remind you-
the roof is caving in; got to attend to.
Ain't no safe haven,
ain't no sanctuary left for me,
besides that boy right there with two gold eyes
and a heartbeat.
This poem is about:
Me