Come Home Poem by Ibn Ali

Come home, come home
If it's a kiss you seek then take my lips from me
If it's love then
You're looking for your glasses
Thinking that you've lost them
They've been on your head all along
You've carried them so much that you took the weight for granted
It's been a hard road
Formalities make you far from me
That's only miles
It's a sad story yours and mine
Ours, us, or, you and I
However said
Point being we've journeyed too far to reach stasis
Antiquated parents with foreign notions
Clinging on to abrogated customs
From places their children never knew
Set up homes where they're not welcomed
Racists
They don't know my person
If you knew me you'd love me for your daughter
You think my heart is swollen because it's bruised
My heart has grown because it's used
And the scuffs you see are proof of thorough usage