Take me home, Ma

Take me home, take me home coach.

This is not where I belong,

This is not a cocoon, this is not my nest.

This is a cheap rented room,

Where I’m looked at like a prostitute.

Home, where the silhouettes of the bed, match the lines of my skin.

Where the switches bear my fingerprints,

And sheets smell of me.

Take me to the only place where I’m not orphaned.

Where siblings bully and babies yawn,

Where grandparents wrinkle and a family is born.

This is not home Ma,

The bedsheets are perfect and the windows are shut.

Nobody shares food here, they feed on their egos.

Why do you drag me here Ma, everyday?

I am fatherless here and away from my mother,

Everyone works here on a salary.

Some get jewellery and others get bruises.

This is not a place where there are ice cream wars,

Here, I do not hear mirth, I do not smell tears.

Here, I only feel pain of wounds covered in diamonds

Here, I see dead people.

Take me home Ma.

Where I know you,

Where I know myself,

Where I know my bed.