By: Zobia
You call yourself home
My home
My fathers home
My mothers home
And yet, I ran away
I ran away from home
From my father
From my mother
For you told me
I cannot be myself
That I belong to my father
That I belong to you
And not to myself
And yet, even though I ran away
I miss home.
I am more of myself.
I belong to myself, once and for all.
But I do not feel at home.
Where do I go from here?
Is there a place for me?
