Home Poem by Jendayi Spring

Home
Everyone rushes past
A blur of byes
Or hi's on the way to the bus lot
Conversations start
Arguments end
But everyone is ready to go home
Except me

At school I'm great
A model student
When I want to be anyway
I know what to expect
I look forward to laughing with my friends
to working for the title of A+ student
But not at home

Off the bus
And up the street
I enter my so called home
Terrified to turn a corner
Cause I know that trouble lay up ahead

So I stay still,
I confine myself within the walls of my room
And wait for school to come again
But even there I cannot hide
Through my walls I hear it gaining

Maybe its the simplest thing:
I left the cloth on the counter
Maybe not:
I left the door open and unlocked
But what if that's the last straw
What if they can't take anymore?
And I get sent away
Far away

What if I can't take it anymore?
And I run away
Or do something wicked
Or maybe...
Maybe...
Even end me

Home
Home is not where I want to be