This is not home.
No, it’s not.
Just a place I’m validated to stay in.
A place I can have the right to ask for
Things I wouldn’t be
ashamed for.
This is not home.
No, not at all.
It’s a place where I can fake it all
Day long
Pretend everything is fine
Act like I’m happy
And everyone is alright.
This is not home,
No, not close.
It’s just a place where this emptiness
That won’t leave comes to roost.
Where I lose myself more with every sigh.
Where I can give hollow stares and curl up in a corner.
This is not home
No, it’s not.
It’s a place I have to learn to live
With the ones I connect to with the red
Liquid so I can fit in the real world.
So I can learn to return every jab with a parry and never stay down.
This is not home.
Not, not a bit.
It’s where I learn to be cold, quiet
And angry at the things I cannot change.
Where I learn to see and keeps my lips sealed.
This is not home.
It is not.
Go Deborah. You write good poetry.👍
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Oh.
Poetry? I didn’t even know that.
Thanks Dapoman.☺☺
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It does sound like poetry but I get the irony. I think almost everyone can relate to this.
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Thank you, Usi.
I’m glad you can relate.☺☺
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Yea,this is really not home…
So wonderful.
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Thanks Kevie!!
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Wow… Dhee twaz very interesting… Seems like we’ll soon have Debbie ikeji
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No.
I’m a different person and Linda Ikeji is definitely not my standard.
Thanks for reading tho.
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Owk.. Dhee if you say so
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some of these places
are not homes
they are leeches
that must drain
our fervor
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You really got the flow of the piece.
Thanks for reading, Harmeet.☺☺
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Nice piece, Dhebbie
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Thank you,Alero.☺☺
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nice one dheb
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Thanks dear!
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Things we hardly see. I got completely lost in that little piece, Dory, It was fantastic. Now some saw a good poetry in this your handiwork, and here a lady already saw another Linda in it… But all I can see and feel is a lil’ girl with great potentials who enjoys what she does… It reflects. I think you’re very very good.
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Thank you, Michael.
Don’t call me little tho. I’m not.
Thanks for taking time to read this.
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yea is not home, it’s just a place we leave our hoo life try to be somebody but at the end we became nobody.
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Thanks for your comment, Juspey.
Everything good will come.
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“This is not home it’s a place where i can fake it all day long”
i know that feeling
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We all do, dear.
Thanks for reading, Lucy.
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This is not home
Where ones soul is lost
& someone else’s gained.
This is not home
Where thousand & one ghosts
-on its walls roam.
This is not home.
No. This is poetry!
.
Weldone.
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Awwwh.
Your comment just made up another verse.
Thanks for commenting, Ola.😊😊
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You’re welcome. Your pieces are captivating.
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Beautiful piece, I can relate to that.
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Thank you!
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