Home Poem by Zara O

In a home that don't feel like home for long
Tell the 'black' kid go back to where you came from, you don't belong

Now I'm home bound, and it's profound
Cos I'm feeling like I'm
soon found in this hometown
that I'm told I'm missing

But I touch down and I soon found that nothings different
But they want me to stay
Say I'm different in my ways
…In my face
And there it is.

Earl said it best - I'm paraphrasing don't mind the mess
But ‘too black for the white kids, too white for the rest'

When I got on that plane I thought that I was going home
I was only 14 at the time, identity crisis to the dome

But luck found that it missed
And I found myself in the midst
There was something that everyone else had let slip

A home that no one race, tribe or person could own
A home I was confident that I could call my own
I love it just as life itself because she is what it is
Call her Gaia,
Call her nature,
Call her Earth,
call her what she is…
Home