17.

finally home,

but now the grandparents are in my

turf, so i can talk back, and fight

for my right to be happy

but, it isn't home for long

because the big move is in a week...

can you imagine? it's scary,

because all i want is to

have a place to call home. but home

is something you only truly have once,

a place where you can forget about life

and just sit on your couch all day

and be you. you can cry in a home,

and laugh, and starve, and eat,

and it's yours. but once you move

out, you spend the rest of your

life living in hotels, writing on

hotel paper, and

never getting that home feeling again.

but you see, the thing is,

without home, i'm just a person

breathing, crying, starving, eating,

without a family, writing on hotel

paper.