Sweet, But It's Not Home Poem by Katerina Richmond

Through the sadness, life and death, and things that still grow.
Compared to where I've been, you will never know.
In this place, my new home.
It's not the same, but still so sweet.
Oh how many people I've come to meet.
I've made friends with the small shop folk.
But who am I kidding.It's all a joke.
The Donut shop was one of my favorites.But the people weren't so nice.
Which is like what you'd see, where I came to grow.
Once again I'll say. You will never know.
This is a preview of my past life......
I was friends with every man and girl,
who worked in a Selma liquor store.
And there were always creepers next to every door.
We found a random body, on the laundry room floor.
My father's friend's pal, got shot outside of Chucky Cheese.
And many above me liked to tease.
Where I lived, my skin and hair was rare. But I never really noticed. I never really cared.
I was called so many names. And been laughed at in many games.
Bitch, White trash, Stupid, Dumb.
Yet I never hated anyone. Every day I'd smile and try to please.
And they'd still tease.
My dream was to go to lakes. To woods, to oceans, and more.
But my head had to reach to go to the clouds, and my feet had trouble getting off the floor.But I shall dream, forever more.
This place has people I'm not used to, and I doubt I will learn.
My past is like a scar. A burn.
But It's the kind you don't mind having.....
You will never know.