my Home is where
i am allowed to be
beside a river or in a heart of a tree
HOME
once I had one
my eyes used to look
see no end
although I loved it
that piece of land
and thought
nowhere on earth
is like it
I am beginning to hate it
my name was the wrong name
for the security game
them say
you are in our black list
what have I done, Babylon?
what is my problem?
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?
Hear the injustice of a black man
telling his other black brother
him said to me
I do not care
you must have done something wrong
or you father was wrong
HOME
HOME
HOME
I love home
I am learning to hate
the place of my birth
home is a small land
I carry in my heart
is in my mind
is a moment
when I and I
feel free
legally
locally
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