This Is My Home Poem by Kweku Atta Crayon

This is my home
The start of my beginning
and the ending of my end
An opened arm
ever ready to embrace my shames
ever ready to re-organize the loser me

This is my home
Not the house but the people
the ones who see the victory in me
even in bankruptcy of hopes
In here, no hell, no heaven
No good no bad
Since no one is somebody
we are all nobody

This is my home
The only place where;
Mums insults are fun
Brother and sister quarrels are enjoyed
Dad's loured face is mimicked

This is my home
Serves as our dump fill site
Dump our anger
Bury our hatred
Empty our troubled hearts
This is my root.